Figaro. Oh oh!
Basil. Why, what the devil have you been about, young Gentleman, for these eight days past, during which you have hardly ever left her? Take care, Hannibal, take care, or your Scholar will give her Tutor a bad character.—Ah Hannibal! Hannibal! The Pitcher that goes often to the Well—
Figaro. Listen to the Pedant and his Proverb.—Well, and what says the wisdom of Nations—The pitcher that goes often to the well—
Basil. Stands a chance, sometime, to return full.
Figaro. Not so foolish as I thought.
End of ACT I.
ACT II.
SCENE, the COUNTESS’s Bed-Chamber.
(A state-bed in the back ground under an Alcove: three doors; one the entrance into the room, another into Susan’s room, and the third to the Countess’s dressing-room; a large window that opens to the street.)