_The_ Count _at the window of the inn. The above._
_Count._ I heard Limonato's voice. Hi, Limonato!
_Limonato._ Sir?
_Count._ Two cups of coffee!
_Limonato._ Excuse me, for whom?
_Count._ For me and the Baron. [_Disappears._]
_Limonato._ At once!--[_Aside._] Now I know the Baron is inside and
pays, he shall have the coffee.
_Nina._ Hi, Limonato!
_Limonato._ And what do you want?
_Nina._ Is Signor Evarist still with you?
_Limonato._ How with me?
_Nina._ Yes, with you.
_Limonato._ There is the cafe, if he were there, you would see him.
_Nina._ Bah! I mean in the garden.
_Limonato._ Bah! I don't know anything. [_Exit._
_Nina._ Rude fellow! And people say I am irritable! How can I help it,
when all tease, all maltreat me?--those ladies, that creature over
there, Coronato, Moracchio, Limonato, and Crispino. I can bear it no
longer.