Marcelina. And there behold thy Father.
(Pointing to the Doctor.)
Figaro. He, my Father! Oh Lord! Oh Lord! Oh Lord! (Stamps about.)
Guzman. (With great wisdom) It will be no m-m-match—that’s evi-dent.
Marcelina. Hast thou not felt Nature pleading within thee, at sight of me?
Figaro. Never.
Marcelina. This was the secret cause of all my Fondness for thee.
Figaro. No doubt—And of my aversion—Instinct is very powerful.
Marcelina. Come to my arms, my dear, my long lost Child.
(Figaro and Marcelina embrace, the Doctor leans against the Benches.)