Don Juan’s Good-Night

Teach me, gentle Leporello, Since you are so wise a fellow, How your master I may win. Leporello answers gaily Slip into his bed and way lay Him; anon he shall come in. Soon as he shall find you laid there Fresh and young, so sweet a maid there, He shall smile, and joyfully ``I am hungry, Leporello, Bring us wine, good wine and mellow, Here is one would sup with me.'' Wine then will I bring (not water), A feast fit for a king's daughter, Lay it out in the alcove, While my Lord with pleasant fancies Makes his court to you, romances Of your beauty and his love. Passion soon shall rise full blossom; He shall weep upon your bosom, Make you all his soul's display. He, in honour as a true man, Shall declare you the sole woman He has loved until to--day. At the last he shall possess you, And all night. Then with ``God bless you'' Turn to sleep, nor shall you know, Curtained in your silks and satins, How at dawn he was off ``to matins.'' His politeness called it so. But remember, from next morning You must quite forget the adorning Of to--night, or earn his curse. Gold is yours if you but ask it, Spain and Flanders in a basket. I am keeper of his purse. To console you be a forture Will not grudge. But to importune His more tenderness? Nay, Nay. A return to even your beauty Were too costly a Duke's duty, One his whole wealth could not pay.