Don Juan Tenorio by José Zorrilla

DON JUAN: My good father spent the whole of my inheritance on this display; he did well: on any given day I'd have bet it on a hand of cards. So, you can't complain of me, you whom I chose to kill: if I took your noble life, still I gave you a noble tomb. This pantheon and it's art, truly, a magnificent idea! And I feel the solitude here is soothing to my heart. A beautiful night! Ah me! How many like this, and as pure, in notorious adventure I wasted foolishly. How many times, in the same bright hour of that translucent moon, I wrenched away too soon some innocent's life or honour. Yes, after all these years whose memories terrify me, I feel thoughts well inside me, the new and strange appears. Oh! Perhaps they arise in me from heaven where she dwells, one of the guardian angels, who through me no longer breathes. (He addresses the statue of Doña Inés, speaking to it respectfully.)

Marble, in which Doña Inés, a body without soul, exists, permit the soul of a sad wretch to kneel a moment, in his distress. Through misadventure's excess I kept your image pure, since evil destiny, before, through Don Juan, murdered you, contemplate with what true grief he comes here once more. With you his thoughts were burning, from the time he left, I say: since the hour he ran away, he dreamed only of returning. Don Juan's only yearning was for joy with Doña Inés, now, seeking her loveliness wretched Don Juan returns: see with what pain he burns, finding her tomb, his distress.