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%fyt Stbertrne: 
 
 AN OPERA, 
 
 IN TWO ACTS. 
 
 FOUNDED ON THE STORY 
 OF 
 
 DON JUANV 
 
 THE MUSICK FROM MOZART'S CELEBRATED OPERA OF 
 
 DON GIOVANNI, 
 
 ADAPTED TO THE ENGLISH STAGE BY MR. BISHOP 
 
 FIRST PERFORMED AT THE 
 
 Cbeatte/ iRopal, Coioent - <£attien, 
 
 TUESDAY, MAY 20, 1817. 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 PRINTED FOR JOHN MILLER, 25, BOW-STEBET, 
 COVENT-GARDEN ; 
 
 By B M'Millan, Bow-Street, Covent-Gardsu. 
 
 1817. 
 [Price Two Shillings,] 
 
DRAMATIS PERSONiE. 
 
 Don Pedro, Mr. Chapman. 
 
 Don Juan, Mr. C. Kerable. 
 
 Don Octavio, Mr. Sinclair. 
 
 Leporello, ., Mr. Liston. 
 
 Masetto, Mr. Duruset. 
 
 Lopez , „. .. Mr. Comer. 
 
 Peasant, Mr. Norris. 
 
 Donna Ehira, Mrs. Faucit. 
 
 Donna Leonora, Miss Matthews. 
 
 Maria, , Miss Carew. 
 
 Zerlina, .....* Miss Stephens. 
 
 Peasants, Masqueraders, Dancers, Demons, S?c. Sfc. 
 Scene — In and near Seville. 
 
 *** The lines with inverted commas, are omitted 
 in representation, in consequence of the length of the 
 Piece. 
 
LC95 
 
 THE LIBERTINE 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 SCENE I. 
 
 The Garden of Don Pedro's House at Seville 
 - — Part of the Mansion on the left, with 
 Door, Balcony, and Window ; at the hack, 
 Railing, and open Iron Gates—The Wall, 
 in an angular direction to the right, is inter- 
 sected by Trees and Flowers. — Music, as the 
 Scene opens — Leporello descends a Ladder 
 •placed at the angle, followed by Don Juan. 
 
 Don J. Now, Spirit of Intrigue, befriend 
 thy votary ! 
 
 Lep. Guardians of Innocence, on you I call ! 
 protect me, I beseech you, from spring-guns, 
 and man-traps! 
 
 Don J. Come on! the lanthorn ! (Music). 
 
 ( Leporello gives the Lanthorn— Don Juan 
 reconnoitres ) . 
 
 Lep. Now, must I stand sentinel without, 
 while he plays the lover within. Night after 
 night, the same game, and every week a fresh 
 object! My constitution will never hold — it 
 will kill me ! 
 
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2 THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 Don J. 'Tis well; they sleep, — Leporello ! 
 the key ! the key ! 
 
 Le t p. There it is ; — that cursed key can open 
 half the doors in Seville. 
 
 Don J. Now, haughty Don, spite of thy 
 mandate, Leonora, the beauteous Leonora, shall 
 be mine ! 
 
 Lep. Leonora! the daughter of Don Pedro, 
 the first Grandee in the city? 
 
 Don J. The same ! 
 
 Lep. Are you mad ? 
 
 Don J. I'm in love. 
 
 Lep. That's worse. (Light appeal's at the 
 ivindoxv). Sir! Sir! 
 
 Don J. What now ? 
 
 Lep. Look! (Points to the window). 
 
 Don J. Ha! not yet retired : I am too early. 
 
 Lep. You are never too late on such occa- 
 sions. Oh! that I dare tell you a piece of my 
 mind! 
 
 Don J. Say on :— thy folly will divert my 
 impatience. 
 
 Lep. Have you forgotten one Donna Elvira ? 
 
 Don J. Elvira! who's she ? 
 
 Lep. Who's she! — his own wife! and asks — 
 Can't your Lordship call to mind a slight mishap 
 you met with about three weeks ago ? 
 
 Don. J. What was it ? 
 
 Lep. You got married. 
 
 Don J. Ha! ha! true — that was the most 
 serious accident that ever happened to me — but 
 I'm quite recovered. 
 
 Lep. Recovered! that's very well for you; 
 Viur with reverence to your Worship, I have a 
 
 ustience. 
 
 Don J. Ha! ha! — a what? 
 , /,. A conscience. And, sooth to say, lam 
 hing scandalized at the life you lead. 
 
THE LIBERTINE. 3 
 
 Don J. 'Tis wondrous pleasant! 
 
 Lep. Pleasant ! under favour, I have seen 
 handsomer gentlemen than you, hanged for such 
 pranks. 
 
 Don J. How, rascal ! 
 
 Lep. How? why, with a cord, —vulgar hemp. 
 I beg pardon. 
 
 Don J. Proceed, proceed I 
 
 Lep. I should never finish, were I to enu- 
 merate the catalogue of your vagaries — the 
 bead-roll would last till doomsday. 
 
 Don J. Am I not right ? I have a heart to 
 be in love with all the world, — and, like Alex- 
 der, could wish me other worlds, that I might 
 still love, still conquer. 
 
 Lep. I find your Lordship is no more afraid 
 of perdition, than many other gay cavaliers ; 
 but I have scruples. People will be apt to say, 
 " like master, like man," and I may be hanged 
 in your Lordship's company. 
 
 Don J. Be tranquil, Leporello ; that's an 
 honour you'll ne'er have courage to deserve. 
 
 Lep. I am not ambitious. ( The window is 
 opened — Leonora appears ) . 
 
 Leon. 'St, 'st — 
 
 Don J. Hush! we have been discovered — 
 
 Lep. Discover 'd! I'm a dead man! (Drops 
 on his knees). 
 
 Leon. Octavio! Octavio! 
 
 Don J. Leonora! (In a subdued tone ) . 
 
 Leon. Dear Octavio, 1 dare not meet you yet. 
 Depart, and read that note. (She throws doivn 
 a Letter, and closes the window j. 
 
 Don J. Good. She takes me for that favour'd 
 upstart, young Octavio, — the light — quick! — 
 ( Leporello discloses the Lanthorn, and holds it 
 while Don Juan finds and reads the Note). 
 fr When 'tis time, my attendant shall apprise 
 
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4 THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 you. You know the signal." — The sig na lf 
 s'death! I know it not. 
 
 Lep. For the love of life, let us leave the 
 garden— she'll raise the house, and I shall be 
 murder'd. 
 
 (Prelude without). 
 
 Don J. Ha ! who have we here ? 
 Lep. It's all over ! 
 
 Don J. Some serenading coxcomb. Curse 
 on his intrusion. 
 
 (Qctavio and Serenaders enter, and place 
 themselves under the Window — Leporello 
 creeps to the side amongst the trees, fol- 
 lowed by Don Juan). 
 
 SONG — Serenade, Octavio. 
 
 Come shining forth, my dearest, 
 
 With looks of warm delight, 
 Shed joy as thou appearest, 
 
 Like morning's beam of light! 
 Like morning's beam of light, Love, 
 
 Mild shines thine azure eye, 
 Thine absence is a night, Love, 
 
 In which I droop and die. 
 
 Oh ! let me hear that tongue, Love, 
 
 Whose music thrills my heart, 
 Like notes by Angels sung, Love, 
 
 When souls in bliss depart. 
 And, at thy casement rising, 
 
 Illume my ravish*d sight, 
 Like day, the world surprizing, 
 
 With morning's beam of light. 
 
 (At the close, the window is slowly opened. 
 Don Juan appears listening, and Lepo- 
 rello crouching close behind him — Leo- 
 nora appears on the Balcony), 
 
THE LIBERTINE. 5 
 
 Oct. The window opens. Begone! begone! 
 Don J. 'Tis himself, — Octavio! 
 Leon. This must be some mistake. I have not 
 heard the whistle. 
 
 Don J. The whistle! enough. [Music.'] 
 
 ( Don Juan rushes after Octavio, who has 
 sent off his Companions). 
 
 Don J. (Without). Villain, have I caught 
 thee ? 
 
 Oct. Ah ! betrayed ! 
 
 Leon. Ah! (Closing the window, suddenly 
 the light disappears ) . 
 
 JLep. Here's goodly work ! Heaven bless all 
 serving-men from such a master as mine ! Turn 
 him loose with Belzebub, and he'll beat him 
 at his own weapons — Ey ! 
 
 ( Don Juan enters hastily, with a Ribbon, 
 to which is attached a Whistle ) . 
 
 Lep. Which of you is kilPd — you, or the 
 other ? 
 
 Don J. I have obtained my object, but he 
 escaped. 
 
 Lep. I wish I could escape. 
 
 fDon Juan draws near the window, and 
 
 whistles). 
 Lep. This will end in something unpleasant 
 •—the gallows, as like as not. 
 
 ( The door opens, — Maria appears ) , 
 
 Mar. 'St! 'st! Don Octavio! 
 Don J. Here. 
 
 Mar. My lady feared you had been beset by 
 ruffians. 
 
 Don J. Soft — lead me to her. 
 
 ( Goes in — door closed). 
 
 Lep. Oh, that Octavio's sword had released 
 me from this precious night-bird ! While he 
 
6 THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 lives, I must be faithful, in spite of my inclina- 
 tion. If I quit him without leave, he's so re- 
 vengeful, he'd search all Spain to find me out, 
 for the sole satisfaction of cutting my throat. 
 ( Scuffle in the House, and voices — Leo- 
 nora screams). 
 
 Hey! I thought so. I knew it ! Oh! this is 
 no time for ceremony ! I'm off. 
 
 ( Leporello runs off by the gates ) . 
 Don P. Traitor, think not to escape. 
 Leon. Help, help ! I'll die sooner than quit 
 my hold. 
 
 Don J. Foolish woman ! be advised! — 
 
 {Enter struggling, followed by Don Pedro). 
 
 Don P. Turn, turn, abandon'd villain, and 
 meet a father's wrath, — a father's chastisement. 
 
 Leon. Oh, father! father! 
 
 Don P. You fly not hence unpunished. 
 
 {Many voices without). This way! this! — 
 follow! follow! 
 
 Don J. If thou wilt perish, take thy destiny. 
 
 \_Music.~\ 
 
 Leon. Oh! shield, protect him! 
 
 {Short and rapid combat. — Don Juan, 
 hearing the alarm, throws heonor&from 
 him, and draws. Don Pedro falls. — 
 Leporello rushes in, as pursued. — The 
 voices again heard close without). 
 
 Lep. Fly! fly! we are beset on all sides. 
 
 ( They scale the Wall — At the instant, 
 Octavio and Party rush in with torches. 
 — Maria and Servants enter from the 
 House. — Leonora sees the body of her 
 Father, titters a shriek, and falls). 
 
 Tableau. 
 
THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 SCENE II. 
 
 A Hall in the Mansion of Don Pedro. 
 
 [_Music.~\ 
 
 Servants enter, in confusion ; Maria followed 
 by others, giving directions. 
 
 Mar. Are the messengers dispatched, as Don 
 Octavio directed ? 
 
 Serv. They are, they are ! 
 
 Mar. Away then, quickly, and remove all 
 traces of this horrible event. — My mistress 
 comes, — away, away ' \_Music.~] 
 
 \_Exeunt Maria and Servants. 
 
 Enter Octavio and Leonora. 
 
 Oct. Be comforted — you have yet the fond- 
 est lover, and the truest friend. 
 
 Leon. Never, never again shall Leonora 
 taste of comfort. O! Octavio, our fatal pas- 
 sion has destroyed him : but for our imprudent 
 assignation, he had still lived ! he that gave 
 me life ! my dear, dear father ! 
 
 Oct. Tears are no sacrifice for blood, calm 
 this tumultuous grief, and think but of re- 
 venge. 
 
 Leon. Revenge can ne'er give back the 
 dead. Juan, ungrateful, and perfidious Juan, 
 soon receives a punishment, terrible and just; 
 but never, never can restore my father. 
 
 Oct. Juan! was he the wretch? 
 
 Leon. Too surely ; — I knew his voice. 
 
 Oct. You are deceived — under the guise of 
 friendship, to perpetrate so foul a crime '. — 
 impossible! 
 
 Leon. Nay, he came not so, but, like a 
 
I THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 fiend of darkness, marring the bliss he was de- 
 nied to share ! Muffled in his cloak, with every 
 feature shrouded like his form, he stole into 
 my presence, — my cries were heard, — assistance 
 was at hand — he fled, and dragg'd me with 
 him. To confirm my doubt, this glove, which 
 in the struggle, I retained, bears his detested 
 name. 
 
 Oct . O, eternal stain on fair nobility ! inde- 
 lible disgrace to the proud name Of Spaniard ! 
 Thy life, I swear, shall be the forfeit of thy 
 crime, or mine be lost in the attempt to pu- 
 nish it. 
 
 DUET — Leonora and Octavzo. 
 
 Leon. Leave me, for ever leave me ! 
 Heaven, of life bereave me ! 
 With him, who being gave me, 
 Oh, let me perish too ! 
 
 Oct. Forbear this wild appealing, 
 
 Oh, calm your frantic feeling ! 
 And hear your lover, kneeling, 
 Vow life and death with you ! 
 
 Leon. My Love, — alas! — forgive me, 
 
 My madd'ning mind will leave me ! 
 My father, thee 1 call! 
 
 Oct. Console thee, soothe thy mind, Love! 
 
 Ever in me thou'lt find, Love, 
 A father, lover, all! 
 
 Leon. Swear, for my bleeding sire, 
 
 Thou'lt stern avenger prove. 
 
 Oct. I swear, by thine eyes' soft fire, 
 
 I swear by all our love ! 
 
 Moth. Our bosoms, Oh! just heaven! 
 Till vengeance shall be given, 
 By rage and sorrow riven, 
 Tortures on tortures prove ! 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
THE' LIBERTINE. I 
 
 • SCENE III. 
 Jbistani View of Seville : Morning. 
 
 Enter Don Juan., followed %-Leporello. 
 
 Don J. Come on, and, prithee, let me hear 
 no more reproofs, or I shall crop jour ears., 
 sirrah. 
 
 Lep. A word to the wise — that's quite suffi- 
 cient. 
 
 Don J. What though we failed, success was 
 well deserved. 
 
 " 'Mongst all the joys, which in (he world are sought, 
 * s None are so great as those by -'angers bought." 
 
 -Ey! 
 
 Lep. I've dene, I've done! He thinks no 
 more of running a gentleman through the body, 
 than I do of splitting a lark ! 
 
 Zerlina and Masetto, with Male and Female 
 Peasantry, enter, as to celebrate a Wedding 
 — Don Juan and Leporello retire. 
 
 DUET AND CHORXJS— Zerlina, Masetto, 
 and Peasants. 
 
 !Zer. Pretty lasses, love's summer, remember, 
 Ever flies upon gossamer wing; 
 Suffer not then, life's chilly Drcember, 
 To destroy Cupid's bow and his string! 
 Lira la, lira la ! 
 But make haste, and be happy, like me I 
 
 Chorus. Lira la, lira la! 
 
 Zer.-Sf > Oh ! haste, and be happy, like me! . 
 Chorus. 5 Oh 1 haste, and be happy, like thee-i 
 Lira la, lira ia ! 
 
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10 THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 Mas* An^ ye lads, who are constantly changing, 
 For q time, tho* 'tis pleasant to run 
 From this beauty, to that, ever ranging, 
 Yet, at last, pray, be constant to one! 
 Lira lira la ! 
 And be happy, be happy, like me, 
 
 Mas, Sfl Lira la, lira la! 
 
 Chorus, j And be happy, be happy like thee, 
 Oh! be happy, be happy, like me! 
 
 Ztr* 8?} Oh, what rapture! the marriage bells ringing, 
 Mas. 5 To be dancing, and playing, and singing, 
 Who so happy, so happy as we ? 
 
 Chorus. Lira la, lira la, 
 
 Who so happy, so happy as we ? 
 
 (At the close of the Music, Don Juan joins 
 the throng, and singles Zerlina from the 
 Groupe— Leporello entering at the same 
 time, observing him). 
 
 Lcp. Oh, this love! this love! Why, he's at 
 it again. 
 
 Don J. (Advancing with ZerlinaJ; Lively, 
 merry souls! Leporello, didst ever see a crea- 
 ture half so fascinating? 
 
 Lep. Oh; charming! Another mistress! — 
 (Aside J. 
 
 Don J. Such a form ! such a complexion ! 
 
 Lep. He's on the high road to the devil, and 
 not content with travelling alone, claps me up 
 behind him, and rides post ! 
 
 Don J. A wedding 1 . 
 
 Zer. Yes, kind Sir, and I am the bride. 
 
 ( Don Juan kisses her hand). 
 Lep. Oh yes, he's very kind ! Zooks! amongst 
 so many, one may fall to my share, in an honest 
 way. (Retires to the groupe). 
 
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 Don J. Joy! joy! I give you joy! — But 
 w here's the bridegroom? 
 
 Mas. Here, niv Lord, at vour service. (Bow- 
 ing between them). 
 
 Don J. Your name? 
 
 Mas. Masetto, Sir. 
 
 Don J. And yours, sweet maid ? 
 
 ZkT. Zerlina, an it please you, Sir. 
 
 Don J. It does, it does please me! Ah ! Ma- 
 setto, thou art a favour'd mortal ! I'll be the 
 founder of your wedding feast, and every plea- 
 sure that — Leporello! rascal! 
 
 Lep. Ey! that's me! (Starting from half a 
 dozen girls, whom lie has ^enticed round him), 
 
 Don J. What do you there? 
 
 Lep. A good example is never lost on an 
 attentive servant. 
 
 Don J. Conduct these worthy people to my 
 palace; order an entertainment ; bid masks and 
 music; and till all's prepared, pay particular 
 attention to my friend Masetto — d'ye hear? 
 
 Lep. Yes, and understand too — Come along, 
 (to Masetto). 
 
 Mas, Nay, your pardon there ; I share no 
 sports or feast either, without Zerlina. 
 
 Don J. Be content — Zerlina shall come on 
 with me — she will be safe in my care. 
 
 Mas. I doubt it not, Senor ; but her mother 
 told me, she'd be safer now in mine. 
 
 Lep. That chap is no fool, tho' he looks like 
 one. 
 
 Zcr. Fye, Masetto ! you'll offend our bene- 
 factor. He seems a noble, and I'm sure, a 
 handsome gentleman. 
 
 Mas. Yes, by*r lady, and may be more 
 handsome than honest. 
 
 (Don Juan takes the opportunity of giv- 
 c2 
 
J2 THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 ing instructions to Leporello, who ex- 
 postulates, till threaten' d by his master). 
 
 Zer. I see now you are jealous. Ah, Mar 
 setto ! I thought you had more confidence. 
 
 Mas. But that gentleman has a little too 
 much; didn't I see him kiss your hand— you 
 ne'er withdrew it; he clasped you round the 
 waist too — still you bore it patiently. 
 
 Don J. What, quarrelling before marriage! 
 nay do not anticipate your joys. 
 
 Mas. Well, stay, stay, if you please — I shall 
 not lack company. 
 
 Lep. Stay ! why, the fellow's an ass ! I 
 thought — 
 
 Mas. What? 
 
 Don Jf. Leporello ! ( With an angry glance.) 
 
 Lep. I was only going to say, I thought he 
 had more sense, than to suppose a great Don, 
 like your worship, would demean himself with 
 a clodhopper's wife. Come, come, let us join 
 the lasses- — I'll shew you the way— our palace 
 is close by. 
 
 Mas. (Aside) Imprudent girl! but I'll have 
 an eye upon them- — 1 might trust her, but not 
 Don Juan — I know him. 
 
 Lep. Come, come along— 
 
 {He follows Leporello, xvhq beckons him; 
 but as the Peasants depart, slips back, 
 and watches at the side). 
 
 Don J. Now, sweet, we are alone, and — 
 Zer. Sure you mean no harm ! Masetto is 
 
 my lover. 
 
 Don J. I am thy lover. Think you, I could 
 
 suffer such bewitching beauty to be squandered 
 
 pn a clown ? 
 
THE LIBERTINE. 33 
 
 Zer. But he is ray husband now. 
 
 Don J. Absurd ! those lovely eyes, and ruby 
 lips, were never formed to bless a low-born 
 peasant, I — I will be thy husband. 
 
 Zer. You, my Lord ! you mock me. 
 
 Don J. Nay then, hear me swear ! ( On his 
 knee). 
 
 Zer. Oh no ! I am but a poor country girl, 
 and have not the wit to answer all your fine 
 sayings ; but, tho' humble in my station, I have 
 learnt to prize the heart of an honest youth, 
 beyond all the splendour of exalted infamy. 
 
 ( Masetto expresses joy — Leporello, on the 
 opposite side, enters, and looks round), 
 
 Lep. Not here, either ! 
 
 Zer. Pray, let me go, alas! 'tis true, that I 
 have heard,- — young and gallant cavaliers are 
 dangerous society for simple maids. 
 
 Don J. A vile calumny of the vulgar. No- 
 bility and honour always dwell together. 
 
 (Leporello approaches unseen). 
 
 Lep. There is* no rule without an exception. 
 
 Don J. S'death ! rascal, what brought you 
 here ? 
 
 Lep. I have lost one of my flock — I came- 
 back to find him. All the rest are in fold safe 
 enough — but Masetto's missing. 
 
 Zer. Masetto ! ( Alarmed, hut, looking 
 round, perceives him). 
 
 Don J. He can be spared, {Apart to Lepo- 
 rello). 
 
 Lep. Ah ! but there is somebody to supply 
 his place, that you may think still more dis- 
 agreeable 
 
 Don J. Who's that? 
 
!# ; THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 Lep. Your wife, (In a tone not to he heard 
 ty Zerlina). 
 
 Don J. Elvira ! at such a moment ! 
 
 Lep. That's a sickener ! (Apart). 
 
 Don J. When — where have you seen her ? 
 
 Lep. In the palace ; and having sought for 
 you in vain there, she's coming here. 
 
 Don J. Here! torments and furies I I shall 
 he torn to pieces. Follow me to the pavilion. 
 
 [ Exit. 
 
 Lep. The pavilion ! he'll run into her very 
 arms. Nothing but his wife, or a thunderbolt, 
 could have made him quit his prey; but the 
 poor girl is safe now, if she will but keep so. 
 
 {Sees Masetto, who has come from his 
 concealment, and joined Zerlina). 
 
 Oh ! you are there, are you ? A word with you. 
 
 Don J. ( Without). Leporello ! 
 - Lep. Coming!-— Anon I'll speak. Now am I 
 called away to be beaten! Whenever he is out 
 of sorts, this master of mine prefers cudgelling 
 me to all other cure. 
 
 Don J. ( Without) Leporello! 
 
 Lep. I come! Oh! would I were a dog. 
 
 \_Exit« 
 
 Mas. Yes, I witnessed all that passed, and 
 love thee now far better than before. 
 
 Zerl. Ah, Masetto! I would not have deserted 
 you for the proudest Lord in Spain. I'd die 
 sooner than wrong you. 
 
 Mas. Dear Zerlina 1 
 
THE LIBERTINE. 15 
 
 DUET-— Zerlina and Masetlo. 
 
 Mas. Now place your hand in mine, dear, 
 And gently whisper, Yes ; 
 Each vain desire resign, dear, 
 And poor Masetto bless ! 
 Zerl. I would — but yet I would not ; — • 
 This wav'ring, fickle heart, 
 It beats for what it should not, 
 Yet from thee cannot part. 
 Mas. And could you think to leave me? 
 Zerl. You wish but to deceive me. 
 Mas. I'll ever happy qiake thee. 
 Zerl. Haste then, while willing, take me. 
 Mas. Come then — come then, 
 
 Come place your hand in mine, dear, &c. 
 Both. Fond truth our hearts uniting, 
 And love, to bliss inviting, 
 A thousand joys impart, 
 
 SCENE IV. 
 
 The Grqunds close without Don Juan's 
 Palace. 
 
 Enter Don Juan and Leporello, 
 
 Don J. Ha! ha! What maggot's in thy brain, 
 now, Leporello ? 
 
 Lep. If I might, without offence — 
 
 Don J. Speak, and fear not. My humour's 
 mended since I 'scaped my wife. 
 
 Lep. Speak then I will ; think of your last 
 night's exploit — first, to break into Leonora's 
 apartment, and, then, murder her father ! 
 
 Don J. Self-preservation required it ; the old 
 man was bent upon his ruin. 
 
 Lep. And was the young Lady bent upon 
 hers s> 
 
16 THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 Don J. No, but I was — as to Pedro, we were 
 hand to hand, and I killed him fairly. 
 
 Lep. Oh! certainly, he'd be in the wrong to 
 complain; but, if your Worship has no scruples, 
 I have : hanging is a position I can't endure, 
 I've an unconquerable antipathy to hemp, and 
 never look at a bell-rope without trembling. 
 
 Don J. Ha! ha! poor Leporello! 
 
 Lep. In short, your service is a matter of life 
 and death ; and, as I am by no means a man to 
 set danger at defiance, I humbly crave to be 
 discharged. 
 
 Don J. Why, no one witnessed the affair but 
 thee ; and should it come to light, I have power 
 with the State for pardon. 
 
 Lep. Then we shake hands, and part. 
 
 Don J. No, 'faith ; thou'rt too useful to be 
 spared. 
 
 Lep. Do, spare me, do — I'll not stand for 
 wages. 
 
 Don J. Another word, I'll slit your windpipe. 
 
 Lep. That's sufficient — I'm dumb ! 
 
 Don J. Ey! (Looking off). What's there? 
 — a woman? 
 
 Lep. Another ! Nothing female comes amiss 
 to him. 
 
 Don J. See/ see, how like a sylph she glides, 
 ancU^his way bends. 
 
 Enter Elvira, 
 
 — Elvira! — Dog! you have betrayed me! — 
 (Aside to Leporello). 
 
 Lep. Here'll be a tempest ! 
 
 Elv. So, Sir, have I found you? Thou hy- 
 pocrite! thou monster of deceit! by oaths and 
 flattery to win me to thy arms, and ere our 
 union was acknowledged to the world, leaVe me 
 
THE LIBERTINE. 17 
 
 a prey to anguish and remorse. Cruel man ! 
 what have I done, that you should fly me thus? 
 
 Don J. Dearest Elvira, you mistake— your 
 anger is unjust. 
 
 Elv. Oh, Juan! are all thy oaths and vows 
 forgotten ? Why feign affection to betray me ? 
 
 Don J. On my soul, my love was real. 
 Elv. Was real ! and is it not so now ? Ah, 
 thou'rt abash'd. Come, impostor, arm thy 
 front with a noble impudence ; swear again 
 that you still love me with unparallelled affec- 
 tion ; that, when away from me, you suffer all 
 the pangs that men endure, when soul and body 
 separate! Thus should thy guilt defend itself, 
 and not stand thunderstruck. 
 
 Don J. Silence these reproaches, and I will 
 speak the truth. 
 
 Lcp. For the first time. {Aside). 
 
 Don J. Nay, smooth that angry brow, and 
 hear how long I've loved you. 
 
 Lep. Just three weeks! 
 
 Don J. How fervently I still do love ! 
 
 Elv. Thine oaths are false, and barren as 
 thine honour. Abandon'd, base deceiver ! now 
 do I know thee thoroughly, and, to my shame 
 and torture, know thee, when certainty can 
 only make me desperate. Why ha$t thou not de- 
 clared our marriage ? 
 
 Don J. You'll pardon me. When thou art 
 tame, I'll answer : at present, I've a little bu- 
 siness. Leporello, reply for me. 
 
 Lep. I — I reply! 
 
 Don /.Of all the torments borne by old or 
 young, 
 None can exceed that plague — a wo- 
 man's tongue. [Exit. 
 
 Lep. He has the heart of a tyger. 
 
18 THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 Elv. Am I, indeed, the victim of perfidy? 
 Oh! how assiduous was his passion! how many 
 thousand sighs he breathed, how many tears he 
 wept, seeming to suffer all the pangs that lovers 
 e'er have felt! — Gone! 
 
 Lep. Even let him go ; he's not worth the 
 keeping. I have a greater respect for you, than 
 any he ha3 yet deceived. 
 
 Elv. Deceived! has he no conscience, faith, 
 or honour left ? 
 
 Lep. Left! bless you, he never had any. 
 
 Elv. None! 
 
 Lep, Not a morsel of either; there's no man 
 has the misfortune to know him better than I ; 
 and, without scandal, its a mercy I am not cor- 
 rupted ! Why, he's the most perfidious, atro- 
 cious wretch alive ! 
 
 ( Leporello perceives Don Juan, who has 
 entered at the side, as if to avoid some 
 person, and at this instant jixes his eye 
 upon Leporello). 
 
 — That is, in people's report ; but you, — you 
 know what report is, a common liar— -he'll cut 
 my throat. (Aside). He's eccentric, its true, 
 very eccentric ; but a good master, and a wor- 
 thy man — Heaven forgive me for lying. (Aside). 
 Elv. May I believe you? 
 Lep. You may ; I never deceived a woman 
 in my life. The fact is, he's a little— a little 
 too gallant, but where shall we find perfection? 
 where (looking round) no where ! 
 
 ( Don Juan has passed out on the opposite 
 side, stealing behind Leporello and El- 
 vira). 
 — He has used you better than all the rest. I 
 never knew him constant a whole fortnight be- 
 fore. 
 
THE LIBERTINE. 19 
 
 Elv. How! is my grief a subject for thy 
 mockery, fellow! Am I made their sport! but 
 'tis past, let love for ever sleep within my 
 breast, and nothing wake, but hatred and re- 
 venge! 
 
 Lep. On my life, I pity, and would relieve 
 you ; but, what can't be cured, must be en- 
 dured. Look here! (Taking out his Book) 
 —you are not the first, or last. 
 
 Elv. O villain! villain! 
 
 SONG— Leporello. 
 
 Pray, behold, Ma'am ! In this long list I've made, is 
 An account of my master's fair Ladies : 
 Not Jove, so renown'd at Love's trade is; 
 
 Pray, observe it, and read it with me ! 
 First, in Italy, Ma'am, seven hundred ; 
 Then, in Germany, eight you may see ; 
 Then, in Turkey and France, one-and-ninety ; 
 But, in Spain, Ma'am, one thousand and three! 
 Here are chambermaids by dozens, 
 City dames, and country cousins, 
 Countesses, and baronesses, 
 Marchionesses, and princesses, 
 All descriptions, ages, classes — 
 
 Not a woman could go free ! 
 First, the Fair Ones he bewitches 
 By the softness of his speeches ; 
 Makes the Brown Ones burn like fever, 
 Warmly vowing love for ever! 
 With the Pale Ones he will languish, 
 Melt and sigh in tender anguish ; 
 The Grand and Tall Ones sometimes warm him, 
 But the Little Ones always charm him ! 
 High and low, Ma'am, old and young, Ma'am, 
 Own the music of his tongue, Ma'am; 
 Ugly, pretty, short, and tall, 
 He, 'pon honour, lov'd them all ! 
 
 [Exit. 
 d2 
 
20 THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 Elv. What witchcraft do I suffer? that, 
 while I abhor his vices, I still love his person. 
 
 Enter Leonora and Octavio in Dominos> 8$c. 
 attended by Lopez and Maria. 
 
 Oct. Are all read}-? 
 
 Lop. All. 
 
 Oct. Masked, and armed, as I directed? 
 
 Lop. They are, my Lord, and fully warned 
 of your intention. 
 
 Leon. Elvira, you have seen him, spoken 
 with him? 
 
 Elv. I have. 
 
 Leon. And he,— 
 
 Elv. Is, I fear, the basest wretch that ever 
 marr'd the peace of innocence. 
 
 Leon. -But, how did he receive you? 
 
 Elv. O, ask me not ! if my surmise be veri- 
 fied, no misery can sink me lower. [Exit. 
 
 Leon. And, can this man be happy? Oh, Oc- 
 tavio ! my father's spirit cries aloud for retri- 
 bution ; but thou, perhaps, may fall, and Leo- 
 nora lose her last, her only friend. 
 
 Oct. Banish these painful recollections : by 
 our mutual love, this arm, and this true sword 
 shall yield a sacrifice to give thy bosom peace. 
 
 ( Band heard within the Gardens of the 
 Palace). 
 
 Enter Leporello. 
 
 QUARTETTO— Leporello, Octavio, Leonora, 
 Maria, 
 
 Lep» Strangers, pray, hither btnd ye, 
 
 Where song and dance attend ye, 
 Master, by me doth send ye, 
 A welcome to his f&tel 
 
THE LIBERTINE. 21 
 
 Oct. Leon. \ Heaven, our woe relieving, 
 Sf Mar. I Shall punish his deceiving. 
 Lep. P ra y> Sir, your answer send him ! 
 
 Pray, Ma'am — 
 
 L6 Mar * } ~ Say We attend hlm ! 
 
 Oct. Thanks for your friendly greeting, 
 
 We'll come, nor fear the meeting, 
 Lep. The tamborine is beating, 
 
 You may, — but I can't wait ! 
 Oct. Leon. ) Kind heaven, our woe relieving, 
 Sf Mar. 3 Shall punish Ins deceiving, 
 And ev'ry wrong retrieving, 
 
 The wretch shall meet his fate ! 
 
 [Exeunt, 
 
 SCENE V. 
 
 Luxuriant Gardens, and distant View — Booths 
 on one side, for Refreshments — on the other a 
 at the upper end a Summer- House. 
 
 " Enter Masetto, followed by Zerlina, at- 
 tempting to soothe him. 
 
 " Zer. Masetto! dear Masetto! 
 
 <c Mas. Don't touch me, Zerlina — I'll not be 
 fooled twice — your falsehood's plain. 
 
 "Zer. What, distrust me still! — If he will but 
 hear me, I'll soon coax him. — Now, Masetto! 
 
 <e Mas. Nonsense! folly! 
 
 <e Zer. Do not use me thus, indeed I have not 
 deserved it. — 
 
 ee Mas. Not! why persist in coming here, after 
 what has passed ? 
 
 (C Zer. Where's the harm, — would you deny 
 me this fine entertainment, — the music, — the 
 dancing?— it was all on our account, and if 
 the Signor will pay me so much attention, how 
 can I prevent him ? Now, Masetto — " 
 
22 THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 SONG— Zcr/ma. 
 
 " Chicle me, chide rae, dear Masetto ! 
 
 " Chide Zerlina at jour will ; 
 " Like the patient lamb, I'll suffer, 
 
 " Meek and mute, and loving still. 
 
 tl Rend these locks you've prais'd so highly, 
 " From thine arras, Zerlina cast ; 
 
 " These fond eyes in rage extinguish, 
 " Fondly still they'll look their last. 
 
 64 Ah ! 1 see, Love, you're relenting, 
 " Pardon, kneeling, I implore, 
 
 " Night and day to thee devoted, 
 " Here I vow to err no more." 
 
 te 
 
 Mas. (Subdued, and kissing her hand). 
 There's no resisting her! Ah! we swains have 
 stout hearts, but marvellous weak heads! ( They 
 turn up the Stage)." 
 
 Enter Leporello at the side, in subdued 
 alarm. 
 
 JLep. All's not right — we have suspicious com- 
 pany! yet, he sees them not, nor will he hear.— 
 Folks are not wont to wear Toledo blades a 
 yard and a half long, at a Masquerade! — I 
 don't like it. 
 
 [Music. ] 
 
 ( Don Juan and Masks enter at the upper 
 end — as they advance to occupy the Stage, 
 Octavio, Leonora, and Elvira, enter at 
 the side — they are noticed by Leporello 
 — Zerlina and Masetto again join the 
 throng). 
 
THE LIBERTINE. 23 
 
 Don J. Now then, our dance— the soft Bolero 
 and the gay Fandango '.-—when Pleasure fills 
 the cup, and Beauty proffers it, who would not 
 taste? — I'll quaff it to the dregs!— Well, what 
 now ? * 
 
 Lep. Sir, Sir! there are certain strangers — 
 
 Don J. They are welcome! welcome all. 
 (To the Parti/, zvho how slightly). Refresh- 
 ments quick! the motto here, is " Liberty and 
 Love!" you are entirely welcome! (bowing to 
 them, and turning to the rest). — But, we lose 
 time — provide Masetto with a partner. ( Aside 
 to Leporello, as he turns towards Zerlina). 
 
 Elv, That's the young girl, I told you of — 
 we must save her from this destroyer! Oh, 
 shame upon my tenderness! even now, I would 
 preserve him — (Aside). 
 
 Oct. (To Lopez). Be cautious! the stag at 
 bay is a dangerous foe! and surrounded by his 
 dissolute and desperate companions — the time ill 
 suits. (Leporello, ip, pairing the Dancers, 
 comes close to Octavio, and starts). 
 
 Lep. As I live, Don Octavio! — he's here for 
 no good, I'll watch him. 
 
 Don J. Charming Zerlina! you are my part- 
 ner in the dance. (Kissing her hand). 
 
 Mas. Do-r-again! your head shall ache for 't! 
 
 Lep. There's a storm rising — but I'll be un- 
 der shelter — (Apart). 
 
 Don J. Come, the music, strike. 
 
 \_Ballet.~] 
 ( During which, Masetto keeps an eye on 
 Juan — Octavio is seen speaking occa- 
 sionally to Lopez — Elvira and Leo- 
 nora, the same — Don Juan exerts him- 
 self to overcome the scruples of Zerlina 
 
21 THE LIBERTINE, 
 
 •—she at length consents, and they join 
 the Dance — Leporello seeing Octavio 
 and Lopez, eyes them with suspicion, 
 makes his way to the upper end, and 
 enters the Summer-house. As the figure 
 of the Dance brings Juan and Zerlina 
 near it, he forces her off. — Zerlina 
 screams, and the Dance ends in confu- 
 sion). 
 
 Mas. Ah! 'tis Zerlina's voice! 
 
 [_Music.~\ 
 
 Zer. Help! help! Masetto! Masetto! {Rush- 
 ing forward). Oh! save me! save me! 
 
 ( She runs into the arms of Masetto — Juan 
 instantly following from the Summer- 
 house, his sword drawn, and drag- 
 ging forward Leporello.) 
 
 Don J. Wretch! rascal! 
 
 Lep. Ah! murder 1 ! — what are you doing? 
 
 Don J. This is the reptile who has dared to 
 insult that innocent — but my own hand shall 
 bestow his punishment. 
 
 Lep. Ah! 
 
 Mas. No, Don Juan, 'twas thyself — this sub- 
 terfuge shall not save you. 
 
 Oct. Villain! {Unmasks). 
 
 (Elvira and Leonora do the same). 
 
 Don J. 'Sdeath ! Octavio! Leonora, and 
 Elvira too! 
 
 Oct. Ay, each minute is an age, till thou hast 
 answered for Don Pedro's death ! 
 
 (A roll of Thunder). 
 
 Don J. Is it so ? Well, I shrink not — let 
 heaven and earth combine, nothing can or shall 
 appal me ! 
 
THE LIBERTINE. &5 
 
 SEPTETTO. 
 
 Tremble, traitor! Wrath is waking, 
 Terror deep thy conscience shaking, 
 Sudden vengeance guilt o'ertaking, 
 
 Thou, unheard, for aid shall cry ; 
 Dead to hope, tin pitied falling, 
 Wild remorse thy heart appalling, 
 Thou for mercy vainly calling, 
 
 In despairing guilt shall die ! 
 
 (Juan stands in the midst, laughing at their 
 rage, and braving their threats— Octavio, 
 towards the close, breaks from Leonora and 
 Elvira, and attacking Don Juan, is dis~ 
 armed — Elvira rushes between them, and, 
 arrests the blow o/Juan — Tableau). 
 
 END OF ACT I. 
 
 ACT II 
 
 SCENE I. 
 
 Elvira's House-— Viranda Window, and En- 
 trance. — Evening twilight — - \_Music.~\ — 
 Peasants discovered. 
 
 Masetto enters from the House, as the 
 Curtain rises. 
 
 Mas. So, if she can be safe any where from 
 the pursuit of this Don Devil, it must be with 
 the Lady Elvira ; but, do not be far off, my 
 friends ; I may need your service yet. 
 
26 THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 1st Peas. Never fear us, Masetto. 
 
 Mas. Even the dwelling of his wife may not 
 he sufficient to protect Zerlina from his snares. 
 When once his mind is bent on mischief, there's 
 nothing bars his course. 
 
 IstPeas. I'll warrant you, he's flesh and blood, 
 tho' he be a Lord : his head can feel the weight 
 of a cudgel, as well as another's. 
 
 f Exeunt Peasants. 
 
 Mas. This foolish girl has vexed me to the 
 heart; but woman is a riddle, that has puzzled 
 wiser heads than mine — they sometimes seem to 
 love the man they hate, and hate the man they 
 love. 
 
 SONG— Masetto. 
 
 When women warm us, 
 Oh, how they charm us, 
 Never alarm us, 
 
 Till they are won ! 
 
 Wedded, how changing, 
 Fickle and ranging, 
 Fancy estranging, 
 
 From us they run ! 
 
 Rivals invite them, 
 Pleasures delight them, 
 Nothing can fright them, 
 Under the sun ! 
 
 Anger resenting, 
 Never repenting, 
 Teazing, tormenting, 
 Still they go on ! 
 
 Nothing can move them, 
 Riddles we prove them, 
 Yet still we love them, 
 All said and done ! 
 
 When women, &c. 
 
THE LIBERTINE. 97 
 
 Enter Don Juan and Leporello. 
 
 Don J. You are right, Leporello; it was, 
 indeed, a fortunate escape. 
 
 Lep. Yes, for me, in particular! When your 
 purpose serves, you don't stand for trifles — 
 friend or foe, its all one to you — Ey! there goes 
 Masetto. 
 
 Don J. Masetto! where? Ah] then, Zerlina 
 cannot be far off. I have it! She is here, here, 
 in this very house. 
 
 Lep. Why, who's is it ? 
 
 Don J. Elvira's. 
 
 Lep. Your wife's ! What the pestilence 
 brought you here ? 
 
 Don J. Fool! my wife's house is the last 
 place in which they'll expect to find me. 
 
 Lep. Come, there's some truth in that. 
 
 Don J. But how! how to attract her atten- 
 tion! Leporello, have you courage to assist in 
 a project? 
 
 Lep. Not a morsel! that last affair extin- 
 guished every spark on't. If you'll only stick 
 to wine, and give up women, I'll not flinch. 
 
 Don J. Give up women, sot! give up women! 
 give up the dearest blessing of my life. I am 
 confident Zerlina's in the house, — Listen! You 
 shall take my cloak and hat ; I'll wear thine ; 
 and while you engage the attention of Elvira, 
 as Don Juan, I, as Leporello, may discover 
 the concealment of Zerlina. 
 
 Lep. Ah! while I get run thro' the body — I 
 demur — it's a bad plan. 
 
 Don J. Sneaking scoundrel! — can you fear 
 your rascally carcass, when I venture mine? 
 
 Lep. Oh! I don't value my life! but*con- 
 e2 
 
£8 ME LIBERTINE. 
 
 sider my reputation — Onjy reflect on the dis- 
 grace of being killed in your character. 
 
 Don J. No matter, I insist — so— ah, Lepo- 
 rello! happy is the servant that can arrive at 
 the glory of dying for his master — that's well! 
 
 (Daring this, they have changed Cloaks and 
 Hats — The Window opens, and Elvira ap- 
 pears). 
 
 Elv. Hish! is that Masetto? — Masetto! I 
 would speak with you. 
 
 Don J. Elvira! dearest Elvira! ( Turning 
 Leporello towards her). 
 
 Elv. Ah! Heaven! do my senses mock me? 
 Juan! 
 
 Don J. Yes, dear Elvira, your own repent- 
 ant Juan! 
 
 Elv. Can it be possible? that voice, con- 
 joined with those kind accents ! 
 
 Don J. Keep still, you dog, or I shall save 
 the hangman's labour ( In a whisper to Le- 
 porello, who fidgets). Ah! best beloved El- 
 vira! 'tis your, husband asks forgiveness, and 
 a shelter from the dangers that surround him. 
 
 (During this, Don Juan, provoked at the 
 sluggishness o/Xeporello, and the awkward- 
 ness of his motions, makes him accom- 
 pany the expression of the words himself) . 
 
 Don J. Admit me, I entreat. 
 
 Elv. That must not be; beneath this roof 
 you'U but increase your peril. 
 
 Don J. Ah! then she is here — Villain, if you 
 stir, I'll stab you — (To LeporelloJ. Oh! do 
 not keep me on the rack. 
 
 Elv.. What a situation's mine! 
 
THE LIBERTINE. 29 
 
 Don J. Come down, my dearest love, come 
 down. 
 
 Elv. To be again imposed on! Oh, Juan, 
 Juan! 
 
 Don J. She yields! she yields! ( The Window 
 closes ). 
 
 Ltp. If this lying devil hasn't wheedled her 
 again. 
 
 Don J. Now, observe — when she comes out, 
 I may get admittance — occupy her attention— 
 speak little, and caress much. 
 
 Lep. Lord, I never made love in my life! 
 
 Don J. You know my way— 
 
 Lep. But I never practised. 
 
 Don J. Pho! easy as lying. 
 
 Lep. But, Sir — your worship — 
 
 Don J. No reply — Peace ! the door opens-— 
 
 (Elvira enters — Don Juan retreats, and as 
 she advances to Leporello passes behind her, 
 and enters the house). 
 
 Lep. If she should find me out ! 
 
 Elv. Could I have believed my sorrows 
 would have melted that obdurate breast? — ( Le- 
 porello makes action of assent, imitating J nan ) . 
 - — Ah ! if you knew what sighs, what tears 
 your cruelty has caused me ! the anguish I have 
 endured ! 
 
 Lep. Oh! (Attempts tender mess , but groan? 
 as he kisses her hand). Angel ! 
 
 Elv. And will you be for ever mine — will 
 you, indeed ? ( She reclines affectionately on 
 his shoulder ) . 
 
 Lep. Ah, goddess of love ! (Embracing her). 
 — This is not unpleasant — I like the joke. 
 
 Elv. Nay, fear not the approach of enemies^ 
 
SO THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 no ill shall e'er befal thee., sheltered in my fond 
 arms. 
 
 Lep. I'm all on fire ! 
 
 ( Masetto appears on the watch — the Pea- 
 sants stealing cautiously after him). 
 JElv. My heart's dearest treasure ! 
 Lep. My soul's delight ! 
 Elv. Swear then, — 
 Lep. By this kiss — 
 
 (At the moment Leporello is kissing Elvira, 
 Masetto strikes him down — Leporello roars 
 — Elvira screams , and runs into the house J. 
 
 Mas. Now traitor, I'll repay your kindness. 
 
 Elv. Ah ! fly, Juan, fly! 
 
 [Exit to the House. 
 
 Mas. Spare him not — lay on ! lay on ! (To 
 the Peasants). 
 
 Lep. Ah ! oh ! s'heart ! a man may as well 
 fight as be killed ! — have at you, rogues ! — 
 (Leporello draws, and lays about him — Ma- 
 setto starts) . 
 
 Mas. Hold ! hold ! 'tis Leporello ! 
 
 Lep. Flesh and fire ! is this the way you 
 treat the best friend you have in the world ? 
 
 Mas. We took you for Don Juan — Where 
 is he? 
 
 \_Music.~] 
 
 ( Don Juan runs across the Stage, from 
 the House, Zerlina in his arms, scream- 
 ing). 
 Ah! 'tis he '.—follow — he shall not escape us 
 now. [Exeunt Masetto and Peasants. 
 
 Lep. Plague take the booby, I say, and the 
 devil take my master ! I hav'n't a whole bone 
 in my body — Ey! 
 
THE LIBERTINE. 31 
 
 (Scuffle and confusion without J. 
 
 Mas. Down with him! villain! — Zerlina ! 
 { Without). 
 
 Don J. Caitiff! rascals! (Without). 
 
 Lep. Oh, brave master ! he fights like an 
 imprisoned rat — he'll score you — he'll pay you, 
 dogs! N 
 
 Mas. Pusue ! pursue ! ( Don Juan returns 
 alone, running across). 
 
 Don J. Fly, fly, Leporello ! they are at my 
 heels — fly, fly ! \_Exeunt. 
 
 Lep. Fly !— egad ! its no time for me to 
 stand, when he runs. \_Exit. 
 
 Enter Masetto and Zerlina. 
 
 Zer. Oh, Masetto ! guard me from that 
 wicked man ! 
 
 Mas. From which ? he that fled, or he 
 with whom I found you ? — Ob, Zerlina ! 
 
 Zer. What is't you mean ? Of whom do you 
 speak ? 
 
 Mas. I scarcely know — Leporello, Juan, 
 both, or the devil in their likeness — this girl will 
 drive me mad — did I not see him kiss thee ? 
 and when I struck him down, did you not bid 
 Jiim fly ? 
 
 Zer. No ! no indeed — when I heard your 
 voice, terrified, I flew from my concealment, 
 and Juan then surprized me — but are you hurt, 
 Masetto ? 
 
 Mas. More by your unkindness, than his 
 blows. 
 
 Zer. Why will you let this foolish jealousy 
 betray you into trouble ? But all will be well, 
 soon ; only cherish the heart that loves you, 
 Masetto, and you will find in it, an unfailing 
 balm for distrust and suspicion. 
 
THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 SONG— Zerlina. 
 
 List ! and I'll find, Love, 
 If you are kind, Love 9 
 Balm for your mind, Love, 
 Patient but be; 
 
 This balm so pure, Love, 
 Simple and sure, Love, 
 Sweet to endure, Love, 
 None know but me. 
 
 Thrilling and healing, 
 Over thee stealing, 
 Exquisite feeling, 
 
 Meant but for thee I 
 
 To thy entreating 
 
 I'll yield it, dear ! 
 Feel how 'tis beating, 
 
 Beating just here I 
 
 [Exewit, 
 
 SCENE II. 
 
 Moonlight — A Cemetery — The Tomb of Don 
 Pedro, surmounted by his Statue on Horse- 
 back. 
 
 Enter Don Juan laughing, followed by 
 Lepoiiello. 
 
 Don J. Ha ! ha ! ha ! poor Leporello ! thou 
 art still alive. 
 
 Ley. No thanks to you — were I beaten to a 
 mummy, you care not. 
 
 Don J. Come, come, this shall make all 
 well — 'tis a sovereign remedy for your complaint 
 — (holding out a purse). 
 
 Lep. Ey ! no — I'm not to be bribed, like the 
 weaker sex — what is it ? 
 
THE LIBERTNE. 83 
 
 Don J. A plaister for bruised bqnes. 
 
 Lep. How much ? 
 
 Don J. Ten pistoles. 
 
 Z>ep. Enough! 
 
 Don J. Quite, for a broken coxcomb! What 
 a lovely night is here! — <( The air, methinks, 
 breathes a delicious balm, and nature now, 
 looks soft and bright as the relenting glance 
 of some cold beauty, warmed and won to love. 
 
 " Lep. More raptures! more ravings! I wish 
 I'd a remedy for you." 
 
 Don J. Why, such a night as this, was made 
 for amorous enterprise! yet the hue and cry 
 without might make it troublesome to venture. 
 
 Lep. The what! — the hue and cry! 
 
 Don J. Hark ye! Leporello' there are cer- 
 tain envious knaves abroad to-night, that seek 
 to mar the sports they'd fain enjoy. Your 
 lynx-eyed alguazil keeps watch. We must not 
 yet move hence. 
 
 Lep. Why, where are we ? ( Looking round) 
 Oh! worse and worse! if there's one place I dis- 
 like more than another, its a church-yard by 
 night, and in such company! {Aside). 
 
 Don J. What's that you mutter ? 
 
 te Lep. Oh! if you would but take warning — 
 if you would but mend your life. 
 
 te Don. J. Mend it! don't I enjoy it to the 
 full ? do I not gather every blossom that the 
 spring of youth puts forth ? 
 
 <c Lep. Yes ; but the fruit will be remorse — 
 you'll not admire the flavour of it. Now if I 
 had a master — I say, if 1 had a master without 
 a conscience, I should tell hinr flatly to his 
 face — Does it become you, a mere atom, a rep- 
 tile, a little earth-worm — mind, I speak to the 
 aforesaid master — does it become you, to make 
 
 F 
 
34 THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 a jest of what your betters revere ? think you, 
 because you are a man of quality, with straight 
 limbs, and a fair presence, a feather stuck in 
 your cap, and a sword dangling at your tail — 
 
 Don J. How! 
 _ Lep. I say, do you suppose, that you are at 
 liberty to go it as you do, without an honest 
 man daring to give you your own ? Then, learn 
 from me, who am only your lacquey, — Ah! I 
 speak to the aforesaid — 
 
 Don J. Hold, Sir! that aforesaid of yours, 
 seems to be a person I have something of a re- 
 gard for, something of a friendship, and 'twould 
 be the heigh th of baseness in me, not to cut a 
 rascal's throat that spoke ill of him. 
 
 Lep. Ah! that's what I said — your story may 
 be very true, says T — says I to him ; but all 
 men are not alike. Now, I have a master, says 
 I, that scorns such freaks ; — he does not kiss 
 other men's wives, and run away with their 
 daughters; — he, he never killed aman in a brawl, 
 or beat his servant, like a stock, or a stone — 
 says I. 
 
 Don J. Ha! ha! I understand thee, knave — 
 
 Stat. Thy mirth shall end, 'ere glow-worms 
 fade in morning. 
 
 (Leporello terrified, and Juan listening 
 with surprize). 
 
 Don J. Leporello! what voice? — 
 
 Lep. A spirit! a spirit! — Oh! I freeze with 
 horror! 
 
 Don J. This is strange! — Pshaw! some one's 
 concealed, and laughs at our surprize — what 
 have we here ? — the tomb of Don Pedro! 
 
 Lep. Don Pedro! 
 
 Don J. They must have been expeditiou*! 
 
THE LIBERTINE. 35 
 
 Lep. Expeditious! mortal man never could 
 have raised it in so short a time. 
 
 Don J. 'Tis finely sculptur'd! and very like 
 him too! 
 
 Lep. Terribly, terribly like him! 
 
 Don J. Leporello, approach — read me the 
 inscription. 
 
 Lep. Excuse me., my eyes are not good enough 
 to read by moonlight. 
 
 Don J. Read, I say. 
 
 Lep. (Advancing, retreats on looking up). — 
 My heart fails me! I could almost fancy him 
 alive, and going to speak. 
 
 Don J. Incorrigible coward! but, come, I'll 
 send thee with a message. 
 
 Lep. Will you ? I'll go with all the pleasure 
 in life — Here's a blessed release ! — but where — 
 what street — your compliments, and — 
 
 Don J. To Don Pedro — there ! — (Leporello 
 starts). — Ask him to supper ! 
 
 Lep. Ask! — Ey! Oh, good Sir, you jest,-— he 
 has no appetite. 
 
 Don J. Do as I bid thee. 
 
 Lep. Certainly, to be sure ; hut, under fa- 
 vour, with all submission, wouldn't it be rather 
 more respectful — more polite, as you are so 
 near his residence, just to call upon him your- 
 self? 
 
 (Don Juan threatens Leporello, who hows 
 to him, and then advances towards the 
 Statue with trepidation). 
 
 — Good Mr. Statue, I — I — I'm not well. 
 ( Turtning to Don Juan). 
 
 • Don J. ( Half drawing his Sword). I'll cure 
 you. 
 
 Lep. I go, I go — if it shall please yourWor- 
 f2 
 
M THE LIBERTINE, 
 
 ship, my master — would desire — jour company 
 —to supper. Ah! Oh! O! O! 
 
 (Don Juan listens to the delivery of his Mes- 
 sage, as if enjoying Leporello'^ terror— 
 At the word " Supper," the Statue bows its 
 head, and Leporello runs forward, over T 
 ivhelmed with dismay) . 
 
 Don J. S'death! what does the fellow roar 
 at? 
 
 Lep. The — the — the Statue! (Nods his head 
 in imitation ) . 
 Don J. What! 
 
 (Leporello attempts in vain to speak, but 
 points over his shoulder, and again imitates 
 the motion of the Statue). 
 
 Don J. Assents, but does not speak — then 
 I'll speak to him. 
 
 \_Music.~\ 
 
 (Leporello clasps his hands in alarm, as Juan 
 walks boldly towards the Figure). 
 
 Don J. If thou canst be animate,, and bend 
 thy marble joints, descend, and visit me. Thou 
 shalt have a noble welcome! 
 
 [_Music.~] 
 
 (The Statue bows — Juan starts— Leporello, 
 who has not dared to turn his eyes, entreats 
 his Master to depart— Juan rejects his ad- 
 vice, and taking off his glove, throws it 
 daringly at the Figure, as he leaves the Ce- 
 metery — Leporello, spite of his terrors, 
 takes a parting glance at the Statue, which 
 again bows— Leporello roars, and rushes 
 off). 
 
THE LIBERTINE. 37 
 
 SCENE III. 
 
 Piazza illuminated — Moonlight gleaming thro* 
 the Arches— A magnificent Square seen he- 
 yondthem. 
 
 Enter Octavio, with Lopez, and two Atten- 
 dants. 
 
 Oct. This to the Corregidor — to the Gover- 
 nor these. {Giving Papers). — Be vigilant, and 
 bring me their reply. \_Exeunt Lopez, &c. 
 
 — " Delay shall not make punishment less cer- 
 tain ; better that an act of even-handed justice 
 should expose him to the world a terrible ex- 
 ample, than that he should fall obscurely the 
 victim of intemperate rage." 
 
 Enter Elvira. 
 
 Elv. Where is he ? Where is Octavio? Oh, 
 cruel man ! what hast thou done? Do not 
 avoid, but answer me — Who are those dread- 
 ful men, that I now passed ? 
 
 Oct. The ministers of justice. 
 
 Elv. And their purpose? 
 
 Oct. To bring a criminal to justice — Don 
 Juan. 
 
 Elv. He is my husband ! Octavio! he is my 
 husband ! 
 
 Leon. And can Elvira pity him? 
 
 "Elv. Oh! who would not pity him? Who 
 would not feel compassion for a wretch, so lost 
 as he is? stained with every crime, that human 
 nature shudders but to think of; accursed bv 
 
38 THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 man, renounced by heaven, no sins repented^ 
 lost to all comfort here, bereft of every hope 
 hereafter — 
 
 " Leon. What would you ask ? 
 
 " Elv. Do not mistake; — I plead not for his 
 life, but for his guilty soul — Oh, give him time 
 for penitence — spare him but for that! 
 
 " Oct. He has a heart that penitence can 
 never touch.— The outraged laws of justice and 
 humanity must be appeased, — Don Pedro's 
 death revenged." 
 
 Elv. Vengeance is" heaven's, and should not 
 be usurped by man. 
 
 Oct. Elvira, think what it is you ask ; reflect, 
 how impossible for me to grant. 
 
 Elv. Oh Juan, Juan ! are all men's hearts 
 obdurate as thine own! Ah! how am I debased^ 
 how is Elvira sunk, when she would save the 
 life, that has rendered her's a curse? — But 
 there is a way — yes, once again I'll see him, 
 see him for the last time — then, in a Convent's 
 gloom, bury my disgrace and shame for ever. 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 Oct. Poor Elvira ! how the strong passions 
 of affection and disgust rend her distracted 
 breast! 
 
 Enter Masetto and Zerlina. 
 
 Mas. Ah, this is fortunate ; 'tis Don Oc- 
 tavio! 
 
 Oct. Masetto! — Zerlina too! 
 ' Zer. Pray, pray, Sir, befriend us! 
 
 Oct. Most willingly; but what has happened, 
 that Elvira should so suddenly appear in Se- 
 ville ? Could not her protection screen you from 
 arts of that abandon'd miscreant? 
 
LIBERTINE, 39 
 
 Zer. Oh no! while Juan lives, there is no 
 safety for the innocent, no refuge for Zerlina. 
 
 Mas. He respects no tie of kindred or affec- 
 tion ; no law of earth or heaven — The pea- 
 sant's cottage, and the regal palace, are alike 
 indifferent, when his base passions prompt him to 
 assail them. Not even our holy church, wherein 
 he never trod, except for sanctuary, can stop 
 his guilty course, 
 
 Oct. Come, then with me; the arms of my 
 Leonora shall be henceforth Zerlina's safeguard 
 — Octavio, Masetto's friend. 
 
 Zer. Oh, unexpected happiness! 
 
 Mas. Signor, our hearts must thank you — 
 we are ill schooled in words. 
 
 [Exit Masetto. 
 
 Oct. I know your worth, and value it. Hasten 
 to Leonora, and prepare her to receive us. 
 Juan's career of wickedness is nearly closed, 
 and ne'er again shall wound our friendship or 
 affection. 
 
 DUET — Zerlina and Octavio. 
 
 Zerl, The purest flame this bosom warming, 
 
 My thrilling heart, with love shall glow, 
 Oct. And heav'nly truth each doubt disarming, 
 
 The sweetest balm of life bestow. 
 Both. Hail, sacred pow'r, indulgent prove! 
 
 We bow before thine altar, Love ! 
 Zerl. For ever now our fates combining, 
 
 With blooming flow'rs thy shrine adorn, 
 Oct. And while the wreath of Hope we're twining, 
 
 Oh! grant the rose, but spare tiie thorn 
 Both. Vows so pure let none destroy, 
 We all earthly bliss enjoy. 
 
40 THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 SCENE THE LAST. 
 
 A magnificent Saloon, Illuminated by Chan- 
 deliers ; Tables superbly decorated for a 
 Banquet, #c. %c. 
 
 Enter Don Juan and Leporello. 
 
 Don J. Well, Leporello, what think you of 
 my preparations ? Will they not honor the oc- 
 casion ? 
 
 Lep. Grand, very grand! but, somehow, I 
 never was less inclined to see company. I have 
 no affection for the guests you have invited. 
 
 Don J. Why, they are fair and courteous, 
 the very paragons of womankind, culled from 
 the choicest Dames in Spain. — You would not 
 have me set Don Pedro down alone } 
 
 Lep. Ah! if you love me, do not talk of him \ 
 I'll never trouble your Worship with another 
 request, if you'll be graciously pleased to dis- 
 pense with my service this evening. 
 
 Don J. Sirrah, if you demur, I'll make you 
 eat at the same table. 
 
 Lep. Thank you, all the same ; but this is 
 fast-day with me — I'm not hungry. 
 
 Don J. I'll have you sing to entertain him, 
 too. 
 
 Lep. Sing! I'm hoarse ; I caught cold in the 
 church-yard — besides, I never sing in company, 
 never! 
 
 Don J. I'll warrant you ; but 'tis past the 
 time — I fear me, he'll not come. 
 
 Lep. I hope with all my soul he's better en- 
 gaged! yet, if a Statue can move its head, I 
 see no reason upon earth, why it shouldn't move 
 its legs. 
 
THE LIBERTINE. 41 
 
 Don J. Pho! 'twas a vile deception. — Oh! 
 he'll not come., I warrant. — 'Tis past twelve 
 o'clock. 
 
 Lep. Past twelve ! I'm alive again! we are 
 safe! — your Ghosts never go abroad after mid- 
 night — morning air doesn't agree with them— 
 " Shall I call up the music ? {eagerly). 
 
 ie Don J. To what end ? — you never sing in 
 company ? 
 
 ee Lep. My hoarseness is better. — Let me or- 
 der supper. 
 
 " Don J. Supper! why, this is your fast-day. 
 
 " Lep. You forget — past twelve o'clock !— 
 breakfast now. 
 
 ce Don J. But you are not hungry. 
 
 " Lep. My voice and appetite are wonderfully 
 recovered — so" have in the Music, admit the 
 Ladies, serve up the Feast, call for what you 
 will — I'm up to any thing. — Pasttwelve o'clock! 
 Oh! 
 
 Don J. Why, you talk now like a Bon-vi~ 
 vant! a Bacchanalian! and you talk well, Le- 
 porello! 
 
 " Whate'er the joys of temperate mortals be, 
 si Women and wine, and minstrelsy for me." 
 
 — Come, the music and the banquet, there! 
 
 ( The draperies that conceals the Band, at 
 this instant are drawn up 3 and a hurst 
 of Music introduce the Company, who 
 are all Ladies. — Leporello ushers them 
 in, and Don Juan welcomes them joy- 
 ously — they raise their Veils, one after 
 the other, and Juan compliments each on 
 her appearance, till he has noticed the 
 whole group). 
 
42 THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 —So ! — my happiness is now complete, and 
 not a wish remains. 
 
 Lep. One more — 
 
 Don J. What? 
 
 Lep. Woman. 
 
 Don J. Is she handsome ? 
 
 Lep. Can ? t say — she's modest. 
 
 Don J. Ah ! That's why you let her in. 
 
 Lep, Exactly. 
 
 ( Elvira has entered in a religious habit, 
 and throws up her Veil as she advances). 
 
 Don J. Elvira! 
 
 Elv. Do not be surprized, Don Juan, that 
 you see me here at such an hour, and in such 
 apparel — the motive that has brought me to thy 
 presence, needs no excuse — admits of no delay. 
 Listen, then, for the last time ! Listen to that 
 voice you never will hear more! I come not to 
 upbraid you, Juan; I am no longer that Elvira, 
 whose irritated mind breathed nothing but re- 
 proaches; 'tis perfect, pure affection, that im- 
 pels me now to warn you of the precipice on 
 which you stand. 
 
 Don J. How that dress becomes her! (Apart 
 to Leporello). 
 
 Lep. He has a heart of stone (Apart). 
 
 \_Retires. 
 
 Elv. Mark me! the same power that has pu- 
 rified my earthly passions, tells you, by me, 
 that your offence has exhausted all its mercy. 
 
 Don J. Ha ! ha ! ha ! 
 
 Elv. Avoid then, I implore you, while you 
 may, the blow that threatens — leave this pol- 
 luted spot — abandon these licentious scenes, 
 and spare, oh, spare me the horror of knowing 
 you condemned to punishment eternal. 
 
THE LIBERTINE. 43 
 
 Don J. Pshaw! I will not listen to't, Elvira. 
 If it please you, stay, and partake my plea- 
 sures; if not, leave me. 
 
 Elv. Oh ! do not speak thus ! one moment 
 longer, you are past hope ; if my supplications 
 and my prayers can move you to repentance, 
 — fly, fly, from the dangers that encompass 
 you ! Oh, let me save you from yourself! save 
 you from the wrath of heaven ! E'en now, the 
 fatal bolt is launched at thy devoted head — 
 already I behold the dark abyss opening to 
 swallow thee in fires, that burn, but never can 
 consume! 
 
 Don J. Oh, absurd ! I cannot, will not do it. 
 
 Elv. Lost! lost for ever! \_Exit* 
 
 ( Don Juan retires to the Table). 
 
 Don J. Some wine there! Leporello! wine, 
 and the dance. 
 
 [The Music strikes."] 
 
 (Don Juan and the Party sit at the Table — « 
 — the Ladies seated round him, four Ser- 
 vants attending — During the Repast, a 
 Dance by Females only — Leporello comes 
 forward with a Plate, and stations himself 
 near the front, enjoying the gaiety of the 
 Scene and his Supper, till three tremendous 
 knocks are heard without — His Plate, &c. 
 instantly drops from his hand, and he 
 stands paralyzed-— The Dance has suddenly 
 broke off, and each Performer appears ri- 
 vetted to her place and position with asto- 
 nishment). 
 
 Don J. {Carelessly). Leporello! the door ! 
 see who knocks. 
 
 \_Music.~] 
 
 (Leporello takes the light, and goes to the 
 
44 THE LIBERTINE. 
 
 side at which Elvira went off'. Don Juan 
 attempts to quiet the alarm of his Compa- 
 nions). 
 
 Lep. (Returning). Ah! Oh! Oh! — He's come! 
 he's come! he's come! 
 
 Don J. On horseback or on foot, that he 
 makes this infernal clamour ? 
 
 [Knock repeated.^ 
 Lep. There again! 
 
 Don J. Don't be impatient — I'll soon be with 
 you. 
 
 [Music.'] 
 
 (Juan comes from the Table , draws his Sword, 
 and takes the light from the trembling 
 hand o/" Leporello). 
 
 Lep. Don't, don't, — tell him you are not at 
 home ! 
 
 [Music.'] 
 
 (Don Juan pushes Leporello scornfully 
 aside, and goes to the entrance, almost 
 instantly returning, followed by the 
 Statue, which is surrounded by a ghastly 
 blue glare — The Women and Leporello 
 utter shrieks, and escape in all direc- 
 tions — the lights in the apartment are 
 suddenly extinguished — Don Juan re- 
 treats, step by step, as the Figure ad- 
 vances, keeping his eye fearlessly upon 
 it 3 until it halts ) . 
 
 Don J. You take the privilege of old ac- 
 quaintance — you are full half an hour beyond 
 your time. — (Points to the Table) — Pray be 
 seated. 
 
 [Music] 
 The Statue assents, and seats itself at 
 
THE LIBERTINE. 45 
 
 the Table. Juan fronts it, and offers 
 Food, which is rejected — he then offers 
 Wine, which is likewise refused). 
 
 Neither eat nor drink ! — why then, here's to 
 you ! — may you live a thousand years ! 
 
 {Drinks, and throws the Cup over his head). 
 [Music."] 
 
 The Statue rises— Juan likewise — the Figure 
 points forward, as desiring him to follow, 
 and retreats towards the entrance — pauses, 
 turns, and holds forth its hand — Don Juan 
 throws away his Sword, and daringly ad- 
 vances — at the instant his hand meets the 
 grasp of the Statue, he shrinks back and 
 groans). 
 
 " Don J. Oh, horror! I freeze! — I freeze ! 
 — the life-blood curdles in ray veins! — my 
 heart has turn'd to ice — and weighs me to the 
 earth." 
 
 {The Statue forces him back with the point 
 of his Baton, and vanishes — Juan reels, 
 and falls — Fiends arise from various 
 paints, and on an immense rock of burn- 
 ing matter, with Serpents twining amidst 
 a vivid red fame, which ascends in the 
 centre). 
 
 CHORUS OF DEMONS. 
 
 Solo— Chief Spirit. 
 
 Spirits of Hell, surround him! 
 Furies, with shrieks astound him! 
 Guilt and despair confound him! 
 Prepare his fiery doom! 
 
THE LIBfiRTiNE. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Demons, triumphant yelling, 
 
 Welcome the wicked home! 
 Plunge him in Horror's dwelling, 
 
 Where Hope can never come ! 
 
 ( The instant the whole are assembled, the?/ 
 drag Juan from the ground by the hair 
 — he rushes from side to side, pursued 
 with scourges of fire, and is at length 
 bound to the rock). 
 
 IC Don J. Oh! madness and horror — a thou- 
 sand serpents tear my flesh — gulfs of eternal fire 
 — Pedro! Elvira! — too late! too late! — I burn! 
 I sink !— Tortures ! Hell! Despair !— -Oh!" 
 
 ( The whole fabric of the Palace totters, 
 — the Pillars which support the Saloon 
 divide, and fall with a hideous crash; 
 and as Juan descends in a blaze of red 
 fame, the Spirit of Don Pedro is seen to 
 ascend beyond the ruins, in a pale ethe- 
 real mist). 
 
 THE END. 
 
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