Figaro. (With fond Vivacity). And dost thou love me?
Susan. (Tenderly). Too much, I doubt.
Figaro. Ah!—That’s but little.
Susan. How!
Figaro. In Love’s Creed, too much is not even enough.
Susan. I understand nothing of this over-refinement, but I feel I shall love my Husband most heartily.
Figaro. Keep thy word, and put our modern Wives to the blush.
Susan. Afford them a subject to laugh and point at, thou mean’st.
Enter the COUNTESS.
Countess. Wherever you meet One of them, be certain you shall find a Pair. (They salute the Countess)—The Bridesmen and Maids wait for you, Figaro.