[Enter Count Almaviva, dressed as a student.]
Count [solemnly]--May peace and joy abide here evermore!
Bartolo [brusquely]--Never, young sir, was wish more àpropos! What do you want?
Count--Sir, I am one Alonzo, a bachelor of arts--
Bartolo--Sir, I need no instructor.
Count---- ---- a pupil of Don Basilio, the organist of the convent, who teaches music to Madame your--
Bartolo [suspiciously]--Basilio! Organist! Yes, I know him. Well?
Count [aside]--What a man! [Aloud.] He's confined to his bed with a sudden illness.
Bartolo--Confined to his bed! Basilio! He's very good to send word, for I've just seen him.
Count [aside]--Oh, the devil! [Aloud.] When I say to his bed, sir, it's--I mean to his room.