Don Giovanni Page #4

Your weeping is in vain.

Let us talk of vengeance.

Ah, Don Giovanni!

This is all I need.

We find you at the right time.

Have you courage and a generous soul?

The devil must have spoken to her.

What a question! Why?

We need your friendship.

I can breathe again.

At your service, my kinsmen,

my arm, my sword,

my possession, my blood...

all this I give to serve you.

Beautiful Donna Anna,

why are you weeping?

Who has so cruelly disturbed

your peace of mind?

I've found you again,

perfidious monster!

Do not put your faith,

poor woman,

in that wily heart.

The villain has already betrayed me,

he will betray you now.

What noble bearing!

What sweet majesty!

Her pallor,

her tears,

fill me with pity.

The poor girl is mad, my friends.

Leave her with me,

perhaps she will calm down.

Don't believe this treacherous man!

She is mad, pay no heed!

Stay, for Heaven's sake, stay!

Who are we to believe?

She is mad!

Don't believe this treacherous man,

stay!

Feelings of strange terror...

Scorn, ire, contempt and fear...

...are roused inside my breast.

...are roused inside my breast.

Of this poor woman,

they tell me

a hundred things

I cannot yet understand.

They tell me about this traitor

a hundred things

I cannot yet understand.

I won't leave here

until I discover the truth.

She does not seem mad,

either in her countenance,

nor in her speech.

if i go,

they may suspect something.

From his expression,

they should be able to judge

the blackness of his soul.

So she...?

Is a little mad.

- So he...?

- Is a traitor.

Poor woman!

Liar!

I'm beginning to have doubts.

People are getting curious, be more

prudent or they'll poke fun at you.

Don't even hope that, scoundrel,

I have lost all sense of modesty.

Your guilt and your sorry state

shall be known by everyone.

Poor woman!

I want to follow her

and see she comes to no harm.

Forgive me, fair Donna Anna,

if I can be of service to you,

I await you at my home.

Friends, goodbye!

Don Ottavio, I'm dying!

What is it?

Help me!

Have courage!

Ye gods!

He is the murderer

of my father!

What?

There is no doubt about it:

his parting words

and his voice remind me

of that contemptible man

who in my apartment...

Is it possible that under

the sacred mantel of friendship...?

Tell me what happened.

It was already

late at night,

when into my room,

where, unfortunately, I was alone,

entered a man, wrapped in a cloak.

At first, I mistook him for you.

Then I realised I was mistaken.

Go on!

Silently he approached,

wanting to kiss me.

I tried to free myself

but he held me more tightly.

I cried out.

Noone came.

With one hand,

he tried to stifle my voice,

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