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g 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. _[Cherubino sings his ballad to the air of 'Malbrouck.' The Countess reads the words of it from his manuscript, with an occasional glance at him; he sometimes looks at her and sometimes lowers his eyes as he sings. Susanna, accompanying him, watches them both, laughing.]_ _Countess [folding the song]_--Enough, my boy. Thank you. It is very good--full of feeling-- _Susanna_--Ah! as for feeling--this is a young man who--well! _[Cherubino tries to stop her by catching hold of her dress. Susanna whispers to him]_--Ah, you good-for-nothing! I'm going to tell her. _[Aloud.]_ Well--Captain! We'll amuse ourselves by seeing how you look in one of my dresses! _Countess_--Susanna, how _can_ you go on so? _Susanna [going up to Cherubino and measuring herself with him]_--He's just the right height. Off with your coat. _[She draws it off.]_ _Countess_--But what if some one should come? _Susanna_--What if they do? We're doing no wrong. But I'll lock the door, just the same. _[Locks it.]_ I want to see him in a woman's head-dress! _Countess_--Well, you'll find my little cap in my dressing-room on the toilet table. _[Susanna gets the cap, and then, sitting down on a stool, she makes Cherubino kneel before her and arranges it on his hair.]_ _Susanna_--Goodness, isn't he a pretty girl? I'm jealous. Cherubino, you're altogether _too_ pretty. _Countess_--Undo his collar a little; that will give a more feminine air. [_Susanna loosens his collar so as to show his neck_.] Now push up his sleeves, so that the under ones show more. [_While Susanna rolls up Cherubino's sleeves, the Countess notices her lost ribbon around his wrist_.] What is that? My ribbon? _Susanna_--Ah! I'm very glad you've seen it, for I told him I should tell. I should certainly have taken it away from him if the Count hadn't come just then; for I am almost as strong as he is. _Countess [with surprise, unrolling the ribbon]_--There's blood on it! _Cherubino_--Yes, I was tightening the curb of my horse this morning, he curvetted and gave me a push with his head, and
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