Ah! pieta Signori miei

English Libretto or Translation:

LEPORELLO
Ah, be not so hard upon me,
Give me leave, good friends, to speak!
Wrongs like yours surely had undone me.
But, believe me, I am not he you seek.
I will tell you how my master, did from bad to worse descend.
Donna Elvira, do you tell them,
By what arts he gains his end;
As for thee, I've not a notion what befell thee;
As this lady here can tell thee,
For I met her, with him philand'ring,
Well I knew how all would end;
And to your lordship, I will admit it,
I've acted wrongly, not as befitted...
I know I've trespas'd, I ask your pardon,
Lost in the darkness, I entered the garden,
Not thought t'offend. 'Twas a blunder;
Greatly I wonder, how all was known!
Masters, I would now with speed be gone.