Figaro. Most gracious Penitent!
Susan. This is what he hints to me every instant, and this the faithful Basil, honest agent of his pleasures, and my most noble music master, every day repeats with my lesson.
Figaro. Basil!
Susan. Basil.
Figaro. Indeed! But if tough ashen plant or supple-jack twine not round thy lazy sides, Rascal—
Susan. Ha, ha, ha! Why wert thou ever wise enough to imagine the portion the Count intends to give us was meant as a reward for thy services?
Figaro. I think I had some reason to hope as much.
Susan. Lord, lord! What great fools are you men of wit!
Figaro. I believe so.
Susan. I am sure so.