DON OCTAVIO
Yes, all now reassures us;
The hand of justice will soon arrest his course

Of guilt and folly, and we shall be avenged.

DONNA ANNA

My father, I've lost him!

DON OCTAVIO

What is decreed by heaven
We must patiently bear,
Oh, rouse thee, my dearest, from the sad recollection;

Brighter days are before thee, say to-morrow
Thou wilt bless my affection,
Let thy hand be the pledge.


DONNA ANNA
Ah, no, how can'st thou speak of joy when I'm weeping?


DON OCTAVIO
Ah then, since faithful love or prayers cannot move thee,

Too well I see that thou dost not love me!

DONNA ANNA

Not love thee? Ah, ne'er believe it!
Could I accept, while my tears yet freshly flow,
The blest fulfilment of my heart's dearest wishes?

I cannot, I dare not, ah, nor seek to persuade me,
Till my grief is $$#uaged,
All my heart is thine own, of that be certain.


Tell me not, oh, thou belov'd one,
That thou'rt constant to me in vain,

That I love thee, ah well thou know'st it,
That I'll ever thine remain,
Stay; oh stay thy fond misgiving,

Doubt me not, oh I conjure thee;
Love and hope do both, do both $$#ure me,
That kind heaven yet will smile, will smile again.