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His Excellence the Duke of Gandia left her

At nightfall, riding with Don Cesare,

After a merry supper. Shall we search, Holiness,

His lordship’s haunts?

O Poto, Poto, search

His haunts! The malice of these chamberlains!

Madonna Giulia, Monsignore Poto

Would search the place where Don Giovanni hides.

Have mercy on my son!

Monsignore finds

Your Holiness so jovial he is conquered

Excuse him!

Even our ladies, Poto,

Plead for the Duke’s seclusion. Without doubt

He waits for sundown to forsake the place

Where he was sociable.

Then is Giovanni

So wary in his fancies?

Oh, for my sake—

But you forget it—for his father’s sake ...

To-night he will be with us—we have patience:

Though not to fix when we review his troops,

That is a fault and we must chide our Captain.

Well, my Lord Casanova, close

Your treasury: we would not lose such jewels!

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A Room in the Lord Cesare Borgia’s Palace of Borgo Sant’Angelo.