Or which must end me, a Fool’s Wrath—Or Love?
(Pointing first to the Doctor, and then to Marcelina)
“We have neither forgot our Reading nor our Syntax, but can easily translate a dull Knave into a palpable Fool—” My Lord, and Gentlemen, You hear his Sophisms, Poetical, and Conundrums, Grammatical.
Count. Yes, yes, we hear.
(Count and the Counsellors rise and consult together.)
Antonio. I’m glad they have put an end to your prating.
Marcelina. Their Whisperings and wise Grimaces forebode me no good. That Susan has corrupted the chief Judge, and he is corrupting all the others.
Doctor. It looks devilish like it.
(The Count and Counsellors resume their seats.)