Figaro. A Pin that has wounded me to the heart!—Didn’t we see the Count pick it up?
Marcelina. We did so; but how can we tell whether she means to deceive thee or him?—Art thou sure she will go to the Rendezvous; and wilt thou condemn her without hearing her?
Figaro. I am sorry—I am a Fool—And yet!—If she should be false!
Marcelina. Nay, but my dear Figaro——
Figaro. Well, well; I will be calm—Yes, my amorous Count, you will at least meet with somebody you don’t expect—If you do not make haste we shall be at the Pavilion, as soon as your Lordship!
(Exeunt).
The End of ACT IV.
ACT V.
SCENE, the Garden,