Count. (Turning him back) You were very lucky to light upon such soft ground.
Figaro. Exceedingly, my Lord:—Come Lasses.
Antonio. (Turning him back on the other side) And then you double yourself up, when you take a leap? Yet, like a Cat, you fall on your feet.
Figaro. What then?—Come Gir—
Count. But how unhappy the poor Youth will be about his Commission.
Figaro. What is the meaning of all this, my Lord?
Antonio. (Bringing the Page forward) Do you know this bashful young Lady?
Figaro. The Devil! Hannibal!—(Aside.) Well, and what Riddle has he to propound?
Count. No Riddle, Sir, but a simple matter of fact:—He affirms, it was he who jump’d out of the window.