Guzman. “So every body is sa-a-tisfied.”
Count. Let the marriage Contracts be prepared, and I will sign them.
Figaro. Thanks, gracious Lord.
Bounce. And I will go and prepare the Fireworks in the Garden, near the Pavilion.
Count. (Returning) Who, pray Sir, gave you those Orders?—The Countess is too much indisposed to come out; let them, therefore, be played off in front of the Castle, facing her Windows—(Aside)—The Rascal was going to set fire to my Place of Rendezvous! (Exeunt).
Manent FIGARO and MARCELINA.
Figaro. How attentive he is to his Wife.
Marcelina. “It is necessary”—My dear Figaro, “I should undeceive thee respecting my former false accusations of Susan—Basil has always told me she obstinately refused to listen to the Count’s Overtures, and” I am both sorry and ashamed to have excited thy Jealousy.
Figaro. Oh, be under no apprehensions, my dear Mother; Jealousy is the foolish Child of Pride, the Disease of a Madman—My Philosophy is invulnerable to its poisonous Arrows. (Figaro turns and sees Agnes just behind him, coming down the Stage).—So! What you have been listening, my little inquisitive Cousin?