Don Everett
Leporello:
I recognize that smile, my gentle master. That look, those sparkles in your eyes, all telling me it’s happening again. Ah, tell me what’s the name of one who keeps us on the move when all the world is having dinner?
Don Everett:
She’s Donna Anna. I saw her in the church today. This morning, Leporello, love struck and split my heart in two.
Leporello:
A broken heart? It must be painful, even deadly. What can I say? Remember that one time you lost your head? You were alive and happy, and even played guitar. My master, are you feeling good?
Don Everett:
Ah, more than that! I feel two lives instead of one. The one of me is loved and happy. Donna Anna, remembers him and all this day she has been asking everyone about him, and dreaming that they meet again.
Leporello:
The one of you? Then tell me of the other.
Don Everett:
The other me will be rejected, sad and looking for a place to kill himself. Until I talk to her, my Leporello, I am both of them.
Leporello:
How can it be? It makes so little sense. Can I be full and hungry all at once? I’m hungry, by the way.
Don Everett:
I’m telling you that love can make it so. You must believe me, I am two.
Leporello:
Could I believe that you are two?
…If only I’d be paid by both of you.
