Dr. Bartolo heard the noise, and came in at a sharp trot at one door, as the drunken soldier came stumbling in at the other.
“Here you—are you—are you—well ARE you he?”
“He—he—what he?”
“Doctor Berteldo—Balordo—whatever it is——?”
“Go to the deuce, sir—my name is Bartolo!”
“Well—well—Dr. Barbaro—it don’t matter—how are you, Dr. Barbaro? Let us embrace, doctor.”
“Stand back, sir.”
“I WILL embrace thee. Ah, how good that is!
“The marshal of regiment I,
A doctor, too, of full degrees—
billet on your house I hold
Pray look at it—dear doctor—please.”
As the doctor took the paper in a sightless rage, little Rosina came tripping in.