Susanna--Here's our young Captain, Madame.
Cherubino [timidly]--The title is a sad reminder that--that I must leave this delightful home and the godmother who has been so kind--
Susanna--And so beautiful!
Cherubino [sighing]--Ah, yes!
Susanna [mocking his sigh]--Ah, yes! Just look at his hypocritical eyelids! Madame, make him sing his new song. [She gives it to him.] Come now, my beautiful bluebird, sing away.
Countess--Does the manuscript say who wrote this--song?
Susanna--The blushes of guilt betray him.
Cherubino--Madame, I--I--tremble so.
Susanna--Ta, ta, ta, ta--! Come, modest author--since you are so commanded. Madame, I'll accompany him.
Countess [to Susanna]--Take my guitar.