_Count._ And, in order that you may be fully justified, I will make this other door fast (_Goes to Susan’s chamber door, locks it, and takes the key._) As to the Susan of the dressing-room, she must have the complaisance to wait my return. _Countess._ This behaviour is greatly to your honor, my Lord! (_This speech is heard as they are going through the door, which the Count locks after him._) (Exeunt) _Enter_ SUSAN, _peeping as they go off, then runs to the dressing-room door and calls_. _Susan._ Hannibal!--Hannibal!--Open the door! Quick! Quick!--It’s I, Susan. _Enter_ PAGE, _frightened_. _Page._ Oh Susan! _Susan._ Oh my poor Mistress! _Page._ What will become of her? _Susan._ What will become of my marriage? _Page._ What will become of me? _Susan._ Don’t stand babbling here, but fly. _Page._ The doors are all fast, how can I fly? _Susan._ Don’t ask me! Fly! _Page._ Here’s a window open (_runs to the window_) Underneath is a bed of flowers; I’ll leap out. _Susan._ (_Screams_) You’ll break your neck! _Page._ Better that than ruin my dear Lady--Give me one kiss Susan. _Susan._ Was there ever seen such a young--(_Page kisses her, runs and leaps out of the window, and Susan shrieks at seeing him_) Ah! (_Susan sinks into a chair, overcome with fear--At last she takes courage, rises, goes with dread towards the window, and after looking out, turns round with her hand upon her heart, a sigh of relief and a smile expressive of sudden ease and pleasure._) He is safe! Yonder he runs!--As light and as swift as the winds!--If that Boy does not make some woman’s heart ache I’m mistaken. (_Susan goes towards the dressing-room door, enters, and peeps out as she is going to shut it._) And now, my good jealous Count, perhaps, I may teach you to break open doors another time. (_Locks herself in._) _Enter_ COUNT, _with a wrenching iron in one hand, and leading in the_ COUNTESS _with the other. Goes and examines the doors._ _Count._ Every thing is as I left it. We now shall come to an eclaircissement. _Countess._ But, my Lord!--He’ll murder him! (_Aside._) _Count._ Now we shall know--Do you still persist in forcing me to break open this door?--I am determined to see who’s within. _Countess._ Let me beg, my Lord, you’ll have a moment’s patience!--Hear me only and you shall satisfy your utmost curiosity!--Let me intreat you to be assured, that, however appearances may condemn me, no injury was intended to your honour. _Count._ Then there is a man? _Countess._ No--none of whom you can reasonably entertain the least suspicion. _Count._ How? _Countess._ A jest!--A meer innocent, harmless frolic, for our evening’s diversion! Nothing more, upon my Honor!--On my soul! _Count._ But who--who is it? _Countess._ A Child! _Count._ Let us see your child!--What child? _Countess._ Hannibal.