The Follies of a Day; or, The Marriage of Figaro / A comedy, as it is now performing at the Theatre-Royal, Covent-Garden. From the French of M. de Beaumarchais

by Pierre Augustin Caron de Beaumarchais

Figaro. “Oh yes, Mr. President, I once served your Lady.

Guzman. “How lo-ong since?

Figaro. “Nine months before the birth of her last Child—And a fine Boy it is, though I say it.

Guzman. “Y-es—He’s the F-flower of the Flock”— And the cau-ause betwee-een—

Figaro. A Bagatelle, Mr. President! A Bagatelle.

Guzman. (Laughs.) A Ba-ag-a-telle! A pro-o-mise of Ma-a-arriage a Ba-a-gatelle! Ha! ha! ha!——And dost thou hope to ca-ast the Pla-aintiff?

Figaro. To be sure, Mr. President! You being one of the Judges.

Guzman. (With stupid dignity) Ye-e-es! I am one of the Judges!—Hast thou see-een D-D-Doublefee, my Se-ecretary?

Figaro. Yes, Mr. President! That’s a duty not to be neglected.

Guzman. The young Fellow is not so si-i-imple I thought.