Ah, well-a-day! My poor heart!
But my Goddess to me must soon never rise more:
Ah, well-a-day! My poor heart!”
(During the song the Countess is evidently affected by the Passion with which the Page sings.
Susan. Now let us try whether one of my Caps—
Countess. There is one of mine lies on my dressing-table. (Exit Susan to the dressing room of the Countess.)—Is your Commission made out?
Page. Oh yes, Madam, and given me; Here it is.
(Presents his commission to the Countess.)
Countess. Already? They have made haste I see! They are not willing to lose a moment—Their hurry has made them even forget to affix the Seal.