Bartolo--Whatever's the matter with him, go, if you please.
Count [embarrassed]--Sir, I was asked--Can no one hear us?
Bartolo [aside]--It's some rogue! [Aloud.] What's that? No, Monsieur Mysterious, no one can hear! Speak frankly--if you can.
Count [aside]--Plague take the old rascal! [Aloud.] Don Basilio asked me to tell you--
Bartolo--Speak louder. I'm deaf in one ear.
Count [raising his voice]--Ah! quite right: he asks me to say to you that one Count Almaviva, who was lodging on the great square--
Bartolo [frightened]--Speak low, speak low.
Count [louder]----moved away from there this morning. As it was I who told him that this Count Almaviva--
Bartolo--Low, speak lower, I beg of you.
Count [in the same tone]--Was in this city, and as I have discovered that Señorita Rosina has been writing to him--