(Exit.)

Crier. Clear the Court.

(Exeunt Guards, Counsellors, and Vassals.

Manent Don Guzman, Figaro, Marcelina and Dr. Bartholo.

Figaro. ’Tis this Furze-ball, this Fungus of a President that has lost me my Cause.

Guzman. I a F-F-Furze-ball and a F-F-Fungus!

Figaro. (Sits down dejected) I will never marry her.

Guzman. Thou mu-ust ma-arry her.

Figaro. What! Without the Consent of my noble Parents?