Page. What will become of me?
Susan. Don’t stand babbling here, but fly.
Page. The doors are all fast, how can I fly?
Susan. Don’t ask me! Fly!
Page. Here’s a window open (runs to the window) Underneath is a bed of flowers; I’ll leap out.
Susan. (Screams) You’ll break your neck!
Page. Better that than ruin my dear Lady—Give me one kiss Susan.
Susan. Was there ever seen such a young—(Page kisses her, runs and leaps out of the window, and Susan shrieks at seeing him) Ah! (Susan sinks into a chair, overcome with fear—At last she takes courage, rises, goes with dread towards the window, and after looking out, turns round with her hand upon her heart, a sigh of relief and a smile expressive of sudden ease and pleasure.) He is safe! Yonder he runs!—As light and as swift as the winds!—If that Boy does not make some woman’s heart ache I’m mistaken. (Susan goes towards the dressing-room door, enters, and peeps out as she is going to shut it.) And now, my good jealous Count, perhaps, I may teach you to break open doors another time. (Locks herself in.)
Enter COUNT, with a wrenching iron in one hand, and leading in the COUNTESS with the other. Goes and examines the doors.
Count. Every thing is as I left it. We now shall come to an eclaircissement.