Countess--Aren't you glad you found her instead of Cherubino? [Meaningly.] You are generally pleased to come across her.
Susanna--Madame ought to have let you break in the doors, call the servants--
Count--Yes, it's quite true--I'm at fault--I'm humiliated enough! But why didn't you answer, you cruel girl, when I called you?
Susanna--I was dressing as well as I could--with the aid of pins, and Madame knew why she forbade me to answer. She had her lessons.
Count--Why don't you help me get pardon, instead of making me out as bad as you can?
Countess--Did I marry you to be eternally subjected to jealousy and neglect? I mean to join the Ursulines, and--
Count--But, Rosina!
Countess--I am no longer the Rosina whom you loved so well. I am only poor Countess Almaviva, deserted wife of a madly jealous husband.
Count--I assure you, Rosina, this man, this letter, had excited me so--
Countess--I never gave my consent.