"I love you too much to lose that chance of winning you, even for the sake of saving the Duchessa d'Astrardente from her fate.

Why do you refuse?
why do you bargain ?" he asked, suddenly turning towards her.

"Does all my devotion count for nothing--all my love, all my years of patient waiting?
Oh, you cannot be so cruel as to snatch the cup from my very lips! It is not for the sake of these miserable documents: what is it to me whether Don Giovanni appears as the criminal in a case of bigamy--whether he is ruined now, as by his evil deeds he will be hereafter, or whether he goes on unharmed and unthwarted upon his career of wickedness?
He is nothing to me, nor his pale-faced bride either.

It is for you that I care, for you that I will do anything, bad or good, to win you that I would risk my life and my soul.

Can you not see it?
Have I not been faithful for very long?
Take pity on me--forget this whole business, forget that you have promised anything, forget all except that I am here at your feet, a miserable man, unless you speak the word, and turn all my wretchedness into joy!" He slipped from his seat and knelt upon one knee before her, clasping one of her hands passionately between both his own.