He bade her be still; but she called out more loudly than before, that he was her destroyer; and as she changed color, and struck her foot upon the ground, Ottavio and Anna shook their heads as though deploring her. Whereon, the poor lady seeing their error, turned from them, and walked away quickly. The don took advantage of this incident to rid himself of the terrible company of Ottavio and Anna, and so saying that for her dear sake he would follow her, he fled away; not marking the terrified start that Donna Anna gave as he turned from her. “Dear Anna, how pale thou art! What has happened?” “I dare not say, and yet I dare not be silent.” “Speak! speak!” “As I live--as I live, Ottavio, Don Juan killed my father.” “What sayest thou?” “I am sure; I am sure. The tones of the last words he spoke--the very words themselves. Ottavio, as I live he killed my father; ’twas he who entered my room; whom I held, whom I followed, who turned and killed my father! I ask of thee that vengeance that is just, Ottavio. Be but sure, and then act; thy arm shall be strengthened to thy work by my love--by the memory of my bleeding father! Come, come!” Barely had the couple left the spot, than Leporello and his master were upon it. “If I fly him not, the foul fiend will have me!” “Well my little Leporello? All well?” “No, little Don Juan; on the other side, all ill.” “Wherefore ill?” “Wherefore? marry, because ’tis. Have I taken them all to thy house? Yes have I. Have I spoken lies and flattery in thy service, that I am lost for ever? Yes have I. Have I beguiled Masetto till he is a very fool? The tempter knoweth that I have. The men I have set drinking, the women idem (as the lawyers have it), when, who cometh, if not my little Zerlina? And who with our little Zerlina, if not Madame Elvira, who prythee? She should be laid, master; she should be laid like a vexed spirit. And she hath abused me; my faith! hath she abused me--hath she laid about her uncivilly touching me!” “And what saidst thou?” “Marry, the best thing I could say ... nothing. But when she hath worn herself silent, and when she is, if I may thus say it, so to speak, melting in tears, I take me her hand, direct her to the street, and there do I most gingerly leave her.” “Then, she being gone, I may be there. Now, my Leporello, wine, wine; bring us plenty of wine, for ’tis the persuader which smoothens my road wonderfully.” And, taking the factotum by the arm, he pushed him along before him. CHAPTER III. “But Masetto, dear Masetto.” “Get thee gone. What! thou wouldst caress me, thou false Zerlina!” “But I love thee.” “Then hast thou a marvellous queer way of showing it. Thou dost bemean me. Thou dost make fingers to point at me, and then, forsooth, thou dost say ‘I love thee.’ Pish! for pure modesty’s sake I cry ‘shame.’” “But I love thee. He did deceive me. See, if thou lovest me not, thou dost kill me. Wherefore turnest thou from me? I love thee, I love thee.”