_Susan._ “Yet madam has ever been reckoned a mistress of her art. _Marcelina._ “I hope, madam, I shall always have your good word, _madam_. (_Curtsies._) _Susan._ “Oh, I can assure you, madam, you have nothing to regret on that score, _madam_.” (_Curtsies mockingly._)}} _Marcelina._ The young Lady is really a very pretty kind of Person--(_with a contemptuous side glance._) _Susan._ Oh yes (_mimicking_) The young Lady is at least as pretty as the old Lady. {{_Marcelina._ “And very respectable. Susan. “Respectable! Oh no, that is the characteristic of a Duenna. _Marcelina._ “A Duenna! A Duenna! _Doctor._ (_coming between them_) “Come, come-- _Marcelina._ “I--I--You--your very humble servant, _madam_. _Susan._ “Your most devoted, _madam_.”}} _Marcelina._ Farewell, _madam_. (_Exeunt Doctor and Marcelina._) _Susan._ Adieu, _madam_--this old Sibyl, because she formerly tormented the infancy of my Lady, thinks she has a right to domineer over every person in the Castle--I declare I have forgot what I came for. (_Susan bangs the gown on a great arm chair that stands in the room, and keeps the cap and riband of the Countess in her hand._) _Enter_ HANNIBAL _the Page, running_. _Susan._ So, Youth! What do you do here? _Page._ Good morrow, Susan--I have been watching these two hours to find you alone. _Susan._ Well, what have you to say, now you have found me? _Page._ (_Childishly amorous_) How does your beauteous Lady do, Susan? _Susan._ Very well. _Page._ (_Poutingly_) Do you know, Susan, my Lord is going to send me back to my Pappa and Mamma? _Susan._ Poor Child! _Page._ Child indeed!--Umph!--And if my charming God-mother, your dear Lady, cannot obtain my pardon, I shall soon be deprived of the pleasure of your company, Susan. _Susan._ Upon my word!--He is toying all day long with Agnes, and is, moreover, in love with my Lady, and then comes to tell me he shall be deprived of my company. (_Aside._) _Page._ Agnes is good natured enough to listen to me, and that is more than you are, Susan, for all I love you so. _Susan._ Love me!--Why you amorous little villain, you are in love with every Woman you meet. _Page._ So I am, Susan, and I can’t help it--If no-body is by, I swear it to the trees, the waters, and the winds, nay, to myself--Yesterday I happened to meet Marcelina-- _Susan._ Marcelina! Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! _Page._ Why, she is a Woman, Susan. _Susan._ Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! _Page._ And what’s more, unmarried? Oh how sweet are the words Woman, Maiden, and Love, in my ear! _Susan._ Ha! ha! ha!--He’s bewitch’d!--And what is the Count going to send you from the Castle for? _Page._ Last night, you must know, he caught me in the chamber with Agnes; begone, said he, thou little-- _Susan._ Little what? _Page._ Lord, he called me such a name, I can’t for shame repeat it before a woman. _Susan._ And what were you doing in the chamber of Agnes? _Page._ Teaching her her part.