The Follies of a Day; or, The Marriage of Figaro / A comedy, as it is now performing at the Theatre-Royal, Covent-Garden. From the French of M. de Beaumarchais

by Pierre Augustin Caron de Beaumarchais

Count. “How now!—Is this all the Respect you shew?—

Basil. “You hear, my Lord, how he insults me! When, it is well known, there is not, in all Andalusia, a more eminent!——

Figaro. “Empty!

Basil. “Able!

Figaro. “Abject!

Basil. “Musician!

Figaro. “Miscreant!

Basil. “Is this to be borne?

Figaro. “Whose countenance prophecies of Pillories, Scaffolds, and the stretching of Hemp; and whose whole appearance is a continual Memento of public Calamity, Plague, Pestilence, and Famine;—A Misericordia, Sackcloth-and-ashes Knave;—A Scape Goat, that looks like a Jew in the yellow Jaundice.