DON QUIXOTE 
My lady... 

ALDONZA 
I am not your lady!... 
I am not any kind of a lady! 
I was spawned in a ditch 
By a mother who left me there, 
Naked and cold and too hungry to cry; 
I never blamed her. 
I'm sure she left hoping 
That I'd have the good sense to die! 
Then, of course, there's my father... 
I'm told that young ladies 
Can point to their fathers 
With maidenly pride; 
Mine was some regiment 
Here for an hour, 
I can't even tell you which side! 
So of course I became, 
As befitted my delicate birth, 
The most casual bride 
Of the murdering scum of the earth! 

DON QUIXOTE 
And still thou art my lady. 

ALDONZA 
And still he torments me! 
How should I be a lady? 
For a lady has modest and maidenly airs, 
And a virtue I somehow suspect that I lack; 
It's hard to remember these maidenly airs 
In a stable laid flat on your back! 
Won't you look at me, look at me, 
God, won't you look at me! 
Look at the kitchen [bad word] reeking with sweat! 
Born on a dung heap to die on a dung heap, 
[bad word] men use and forget! 
If you feel that you see me 
Not quite at my virginal best, 
Cross my palm with a coin, 
And I'll willingly show you the rest! 

DON QUIXOTE 
Never deny thou art Dulcinea. 

ALDONZA 
Take the clouds from your eyes 
and see me as I really am! 

You have shown me the sky, 
But what good is the sky 
To a creature who'll never 
Do better than crawl? 

Of all the [bad word] [bad word] 
Who've badgered and battered me, 
You are the [bad word] of all! 
Can't you see what your gentle 
Insanities do to me? 
Rob me of anger and give me despair! Blows and abuse 
I can take and give back again, 
Tenderness I cannot bear! 
So please torture me now 
With your "Sweet Dulcineas" no more! 
I am no one! I'm nothing! 
I'm only Aldonza the [bad word]  

DON QUIXOTE 
Now and forever thou art my lady Dulcinea! 
(Aldonza screams in despair and collapses. 
As Don Quixote lies in bed dying, his mind 
"retreats to some secret place." )