Countess Oh, I'm delighted to be deceived in my suspicions. I see the point that causes you hesitation. I ask nothing for them. Leave your money to each other, and let them take from the survivor. That way, they will ultimately get all your wealth, and you will take proper care of your spouse.
Desmond (to Widow)
Madame, prevent them from separating me from your presence.
Arabella (to Bramble, low)
Sir, will you let them take me away from you into Scotland?
Bramble
What determines me is the fear of—of displeasing my wife.
Widow
The fear that I have of angering my husband—
Countess
Then, the marriage is made. Give your hands.
Tuneless Such a pretty marriage merits a complete Opera. But unfortunately, we have neither musicians nor dancers. And, in the town they have only peasants. Be content, therefore, to listen to the little cantata I have composed. We are going to rehearse it in your presence. And, while we lack musicians, I myself will sing it for you. La, la, la.
(While Tuneless is getting ready, they all run away.)