Bartolo--A chair--a chair there! And not a single chair here! [He goes to get one.]
Count--Ah, Rosina!
Rosina--What imprudence!
Count--There are a hundred things I must say to you.
Rosina--He won't leave us alone.
Count--Figaro will help us.
Bartolo [bringing an arm-chair]--Wait a minute, my child. Sit down here. She can't take a lesson this evening, Señor: you must postpone it. Good-by.
Rosina [to the Count]--No, wait; my pain is better. [To Bartolo.] I feel that I've acted foolishly! I'll imitate you, and atone at once by taking my lesson.
Bartolo--Oh! Such a kind little woman at heart! But after so much excitement, my child, I can't let you make any exertion. So good-bye, Señor, good-bye.
Rosina [to the Count]--Do wait a minute! [To Bartolo.] I shall think that you don't care to please me if you won't let me show my regret by taking my lesson.