Marcelina. Willingly. (Susan runs and kisses her) Here, my Son, here is the Promise.
(Gives him the Paper.)
Susan. And here is the Portion.
(Gives him a Purse of Money.)
Figaro. “My manly Pride would fain make me restrain my tears, but they flew in spite of me—Well, let ’em! Let ’em flow! Joys like these never come twice in one’s Life! Oh, my Mother, Oh, my Susan!”
(They all three embrace, weeping.)
Guzman. (weeping.) What a Foo-oo-ool am I! L-L-Look, if I don’t k-k-k-cry as well as the best of ’em.
Figaro. (to the Doctor) My Father.
Doctor. Keep off! I disclaim thee!