Don Juan Triumphant

Don Juan Triumphant
Here the sire may serve the dam
Here the master takes his meat!
Here the sacrificial lamb
Utters one despairing bleat!
Poor young maiden! For the thrill
On your tongue of stolen sweets
You will have to pay the bill
Tangled in the winding sheets!

Serve the meal and serve the maid!
Serve the master so that, when
Tables, plans and maids are laid
Don Juan triumphs once again!
[Signor Piangi, as Don Juan, emerges from behind the arch. Meg, a gypsy dancer, poses coquettishly for him. He throws her a purse. She catches it and leaves]
Passarino, faithful friend
Once again, recite the plan
Your young guest believes I'm you
I, the master; you, the man
When you met, you wore my cloak
She could not have seen your face
She believes she dines with me
In her master's borrowed place!
Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff
Stealing what, in truth, is mine
When it's late and modesty
Starts to mellow, with the wine
You come home! I use your voice
Slam the door like crack of doom!
I shall say, "Come, hide with me!
Where, oh, where? Of course—my room!"
Poor thing hasn't got a chance!

Here's my hat, my cloak and sword
Conquest is assured
If I do not forget myself and laugh
[Don Juan takes Passarino's cloak and goes into the curtained alcove, where the Phantom is waiting for him]
No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy!
No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!
[The PHANTOM, disguised as Don Juan pretending to be Passarino emerges from behind the curtain. He now wears passarino's robe, with a mask to hide his face.]
Master?
Passarino—go away!
For the trap is set and waits for its prey
You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge
In pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent
Silent
I have brought you
That our passions may fuse and merge
In your mind, you've already succumbed to me
Dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me
Now you are here with me
No second thoughts, you've decided
Decided