Count [aside to Bartolo]--I wouldn't oppose her, if I were you.
Bartolo--That settles it, my love: I am so anxious to please you that I shall stay here all the time you are practicing.
Rosina--No, don't. I know you don't care for music.
Bartolo--It will charm me this evening, I'm sure.
Rosina [aside to the Count]--I'm tormented to death!
Count [taking a sheet of music from the stand]--Will you sing this, Madame?
Rosina--Yes, indeed--it's a very pretty thing out of the opera 'The Useless Precaution.'
Bartolo--Why do you always sing from 'The Useless Precaution'?
Count--There is nothing newer! It's a picture of spring in a very bright style. So if Madame wants to try it--
Rosina [looking at the Count]--With pleasure. A picture of spring is delightful! It is the youth of nature. It seems as if the heart always feels more when winter's just over. It's like a slave who finds liberty all the more charming after a long confinement.