Bartolo [aside to Basilio]--Don't contradict, and say that he is not your pupil, or you will spoil everything.
Basilio--Ah! Ah!
Bartolo [aloud]--Indeed, Basilio, your pupil has a great deal of talent.
Basilio [stupefied]--My pupil! [In a low tone.] I came to tell you that the Count has moved.
Bartolo [low]--I know it. Hush.
Basilio [low]--Who told you?
Bartolo [low]--He did, of course.
Count [low]--It was I, naturally. Just listen, won't you?
Rosina [low to Basilio]--Is it so hard to keep still?
Figaro [low to Basilio]--Hum! The sharper! He is deaf!