Texto escuchado en la muestra: Donna Luisa: Nay, prithee, father, why so rough? Don Antonio: A humble lover, I... Don Jerome: How durst you, daughter, lend an ear To such deceitful stuff! Quick, from the window fly, quick, fly! D'you hear me! And you, sirrah, begone this instant!
Donna Luisa: Adieu, Antonio. My love, Antonio! My sweet Antonio! My love, be true! Adieu, adieu! Don Antonio: Must you go, Dear heart! We must part, My poor angel! Don Jerome: Begone, sirrah! Begone, I say! D'you hear me? Begone this instant, insidious beggar!
Donna Luisa and Don Antonio: We soon, perhaps, may meet again, For though hard fortune is our foe, The god of love will fight for us, And strike a conqu'ring blow!
Don Jerome: Reach me the Blunderbuss!
Donna Luisa and Don Antonio: The god of love will fight for us, The god who knows our pain.
Don Jerome: Hence! Or these slugs are through your brain!