(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?