Countess. Well, my Lord!—I am as much surprized as you can be; and, I assure you, not less vex’d.—At present, however, it is time to tell you the whole Truth: This young gentleman (Pointing to the Page) was hid in my Dressing-room.—We attempted a Joke, which these Girls have put in practice.
Count. But wherefore hide him from me?
Countess. Because, my Lord, when your Passions are predominant, you are incapable of either listening to or believing the Truth.
Count. (Aside) Must I for ever be disturbed, haunted, and bewitch’d thus by this beardless Boy? (Turning with great wrath towards the Page) What is the reason, Sir, you have not obeyed my Commands?
Page. (Draws back frightened, and takes off his hat) My-my-my Lord, I staid to teach Agnes the Love scene she is to play in the Comedy this evening.
Agnes. (Steps forward) Ah, my Lord, when you come to my room, you know, and want to kiss me—
Count. I!
(The Countess remarks his embarrassment, Susan laughs silently, and makes signs to the Countess).
Agnes. Yes, my Lord! You say to me, My pretty Agnes, if you will but love me, I will give you any thing you wish to have; now, my Lord, if you will give me Hannibal for a husband, I will love you with all my heart.