Susan. Thou knowest how our generous Count when he by thy help obtained Rosina’s hand, and made her Countess of Almaviva, during the first transports of love abolished a certain gothic right——
Figaro. Of sleeping the first night with every Bride.
Susan. Which as Lord of the Manor he could claim.
Figaro. Know it!—To be sure I do, or I would not have married even my charming Susan in his Domain.
Susan. Tired of prowling among the rustic beauties of the neighbourhood he returned to the Castle—
Figaro. And his wife.
Susan. And thy wife—(Figaro stares)—Dost thou understand me?
Figaro. Perfectly!
Susan. And endeavours, once more, secretly to purchase from her, a right which he now most sincerely repents he ever parted with.