Count. (Returning) Where are they? Who are they?—He will still complain of injustice—Name them.
Figaro. Allow me time, my Lord—I must first know where to find them, and yet it ought not to be long, for I have been seeking them these five Years.
Doctor. What! A Foundling?
Figaro. No Foundling, but stolen from my Parents.
Count. Poh! This is too palpable.
(Exit Count)
Figaro. Had I no other Proof of my Birth than the precious Stones, Ring, and Jewels found upon me, these would be sufficient—but I bear the Mark——
(He is going to shew his Arm.)
Marcelina. Of a Lobster on your left Arm.
Figaro. How do you know that?