_Susan._ Her part? _Page._ Yes, the love scene, you know, she is to play in the Comedy this evening. _Susan._ Which my Lord would chuse to teach her himself. (_aside._) _Page._ Agnes is very kind, Susan. _Susan._ Well, well, I’ll tell the Countess what you say--But you are a little more circumspect in her presence. _Page._ Ah Susan, she is a Divinity! How noble is her manner! Her very smiles are awful! _Susan._ That is to say, you can take what liberties you please with such people as me. _Page._ Oh how do I envy thy happiness, Susan! Always near her! Dressing her every morning! Undressing her every evening! Putting her to bed! Touching her! Looking at her! Speaking to--What is it thou hast got there, Susan? _Susan._ (_Counterfeiting the amorous air, and animated tone of the Page._) It is the fortunate riband of the happy cap, which at night enfolds the auburn ringlets of the beauteous Countess. _Page._ Give it me--Nay, give it me--I will have it. _Susan._ But I say you shan’t (_the Page snatches it, and runs round the great chair, dodging Susan_) Oh my riband! _Page._ Be as angry as thou wilt, but thou shalt _never_ have it again, thou shouldst have one of my eyes rather. _Susan._ I can venture to predict, young gentleman, that three or four years hence, thou wilt be one of the most deceitful veriest Knaves-- _Page._ If thou dost not hold thy tongue, Susan, I’ll kiss thee into the bargain. _Susan._ Kiss me!--Do not come near me, if thou lov’st thy ears--I say, beg my Lord to forgive you, indeed! No I assure you--{{“I shall say to him, you do very right, my Lord, to send this little Rascal packing, who is not only in love with my Lady, but wants to kiss other folks into the bargain.” _Page._ “How can I help it, Susan”?}} Here, take this paper. _Susan._ For what? _Page._ It contains a Song I have written on thy beauteous Lady, my charming God-mother. _Count._ (_without_) Jaquez. _Page._ Ah! I’m undone!--’Tis my Lord! (_The Page crouches down, and hides himself behind Susan’s petticoats and the great chair._) _Enter_ Count ALMAVIVA. (_Page remains hid behind the great chair._) _Count._ So, charming Susan, have I found thee at last? But thou seemest frightened my little Beauty. _Susan._ Consider, my Lord, if any body should come and catch you here-- _Count._ That would be rather mal-a-propos; but there’s no great danger. (_The Count offers to kiss Susan._) _Susan._ Fie, my Lord! (_The Count seats himself in the great chair, and endeavours to pull Susan on his knee, who resists._) _Count._ Thou knowest, my charming Susan, the King has done me the honour to appoint me Ambassador to the court of Paris. I shall take Figaro with me, and give him a very--_excellent_ post; and as it is the duty of a Wife to follow her Husband, we shall then have every opportunity we could wish.