Countess. There is the Garter.
(Throws down the Riband Hannibal had stolen in the Morning; Bounce is going to stoop for it, and the Page pushes him back.)
Page. This is my Right, and if any one dare dispute it with me——
Count. Indeed! Mr. Officer—So bold a Champion already!—Pray how did your Valour like the Box on the Ear I gave you just now?
Page. (With his Hand to his Sword) Me! My Colonel?
Figaro. Which I kindly received.
Count. Thou!
Figaro. I—And thus do the Great distribute Justice.
Count. (laughing) Well, Mr. President, (Don Guzman instantly calls up all his Wisdom on finding himself addressed) what do you think of all these things?
Guzman. Thi-ink, my Lord? (Considers) I—I think that—I do-o-on’t know what to think.