I, Don Giovanni Page #7

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Freedom!

You do not, perhaps,

approve of our love?

I'm sorry.

I act according to my conscience.

Oh, my lord, for mercy's sake

Not a step now farther go

The man of stone, the man in white

Ah, my lord, I'm fainting quite

If you'd seen his dreadful figure

if you'd heard his footsteps sound

This I do not understand

Certainly you are gone mad

'Tis someone knocking

- Open

- I tremble

Open, I say!

Open!

So, this prodigy to witness

I must myself unclose the door

I do not wish to see him more

and I'll hide myself at once

Don Giovanni

At your request

See, here I come

I am your guest

Never could I have believ'd it

But I'll do the best I can

Leporello, another supper

order them at once to bring

Ah, my lord, I freeze with horror

Go, I say!

Pause an instant!

We partake not earthly banquets

Who with

Heavenly food are fed

By other motives

Hither led

Other cares

Have brought me here

Speak!

What would you? I attend

While I speak, listen!

My minutes are few!

Speak, speak! I'm all attention

Listen!

My minutes are few!

Speak, speak!

I am all attention

Thou didst invite me here

And now I invite thee!

Reply!

Reply!

Wilt thou come

to be a guest with me?

Alas, we have no time, excuse us

The stain of coward fear

Shall never spot my name

Decide then!

Already I've resolv'd

Thou wilt come?

Say no!

Doubt dwells in my bosom

No fear have I:
I'll come!

Give me thy hand, in proof!

Take it

- What is it?

- What chill freezes my heart?

Repent and change thy life,

or thy last hour is come!

No, no, I'll not repent.

Far hence, away, begone!

Lost man, once more, repent!

No, obstinate old man!

- Repent!

- No!

- Yes!

- No!

Henceforth 'twill be too late!

Through ev'ry nerve I tremble

and icy chill o'erpowers me!

What mean these dreadful gulfs

that open to devour me?

Horror more dire awaits thee!

And dread is thy dark doom!

My heart bursts in my bosom

the serpents gnaw my vitals

What torture, oh, what madness!

What horror! What despair!

What cries! What lamentations!

They pierce my heart with woe!

My heart bursts in my bosom

The serpents gnaw my vitals

What torture, oh, what madness!

What horror! What despair!

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you everyone.

- Ladies and gentlemen.

- Well done, my dear Mozart.

Excellent work. Well done.

- Thank you, Your Majesty.

- Yes, excellent work...

but the point is...

how can one put it...

It seems a rather heavy dish for

the palates of my Viennese subjects.

A heavy dish, Your Majesty?

Then why not give them time

to digest it,

Sire?

What impertinence, Your Majesty!

Mozart is finished...

Thank you for your sensitivity

and wisdom.

It is I who must thank you.

It was worth it, being contaminated

by you and your demons!

And by my own. Thank you.

- Annetta, did you like the opera?

- Are you that Don Giovanni?

I was, but I came back from hell

to be with you.

Sir, try to behave more fittingly.

Who are you

to tell me how to behave?

That is Lorenzo Da Ponte.

The librettist of the opera.

It's disgraceful!

With what effrontery do they dare

to portray the doings of a libertine!

I liked it.

The music was magnificent.

W. Amadeus Mozart died

at the age of 35.

Lorenzo Da Ponte died in New York

married with children, aged 87.

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