Countess. Poor Youth, he is quite affected—I am not angry with you; I was only going to speak to you on the duties of a Soldier—Why do you seem so sorrowful?
Page. Alas, Madam, I may well be sorrowful! Being, as I am, obliged to leave a Lady so gentle and so kind——
Susan. And so beautiful—(In the same tone and half aside.)
Page. Ah, yes! (Sighs).
Susan (Mimicking). Ah, yes!—Come, come, let me try on one of my Gowns upon you—Come here—Let us measure—I declare the little Villain is not so tall as I am.
Page. Um—(Pouts.)
Susan. Turn about—Let me untie your cloak.
(Susan takes off the Page’s cloak.)
Countess. But suppose somebody should come?