Bartolo--But, my child, do listen! It is Señor Alonzo, the friend and pupil of Don Basilio, whom he has chosen as one of our marriage witnesses. I'm sure that music will calm you.
Rosina--Oh! you needn't concern yourself about that; and as for singing this evening--Where is this master you're so afraid of dismissing? I'll settle him in a minute--and Señor Basilio too. [She sees her lover and exclaims:] Ah!
Bartolo--Eh, eh, what is the matter?
Rosina [pressing her hands to her heart]--Ah, sir! Ah, sir!
Bartolo--She is ill again! Señor Alonzo!
Rosina--No, I am not ill--but as I was turning--ah!
Count--Did you sprain your foot, Madame?
Rosina--Yes, yes, I sprained my foot! I--hurt myself dreadfully.
Count--So I perceived.
Rosina [looking at the Count]--The pain really makes me feel faint.