Countess--Will you really make yourself the laughing-stock of the chateau for such a silly suspicion?
Count--- You are quite right. I shall simply force the door myself. I am going for tools.
Countess--Sir, if your conduct were prompted by love, I'd forgive your jealousy for the sake of the motive. But its cause is only your vanity.
Count--Love or vanity, Madame, I mean to know who is in that room! And to guard against any tricks, I am going to lock the door to your maid's room. You, Madame, will kindly come with me, and without any noise, if you please. [He leads her away.] As for the Susanna in the dressing-room, she will please wait a few minutes.
Countess [going out with him]--Sir, I assure you--
Susanna [coming out from behind the bed and running to the dressing-room]--Cherubino! Open quick! It's Susanna. [Cherubino hurries out of the dressing-room.] Escape--you haven't a minute to lose!
Cherubino--Where can I go?
Susanna--I don't know, I don't know at all! but do go somewhere!
Cherubino [running to the window, then coming back]--The window isn't so very high.
Susanna [frightened and holding him back]--He'll kill himself!