Countess--And--why so?
Cherubino--When a ribbon--has pressed the head, and--touched the skin of one--
Countess [hastily]--Very strange--then it can cure wounds? I never heard that before. I shall certainly try it on the first wound of any of--my maids--
Cherubino [sadly]--I must go away from here!
Countess--But not for always? [Cherubino begins to weep.] And now you are crying! At that prediction of Figaro?
Cherubino--I'm just where he said I'd be. [Some one knocks on the door].
Countess--Who can be knocking like that?
The Count [outside]--Open the door!
Countess--Heavens! It's my husband. Where can you hide?
The Count [outside]--Open the door, I say.