Figaro. You understand, Gentlemen, why you are come hither—It is to be Witnesses of the Conduct of the virtuous Bride I am soon to espouse, and the honourable Lord who has graciously bestowed her upon me.
Basil. (Aside) This will be a precious Revenge.
Doctor. Remember, Figaro, a wise Man has never any Contest with the Great; it is the Battle of Don Quixote with the Windmills; they whirl and dash you to a Distance, without once altering or retarding their Course.
Figaro. Rather remember they have not courage to oppress any but Cowards.
Doctor. He’s mad.
Guzman. Ye-e-es, he is ma-a-ad.
Antonio. But what about?
Basil. A certain Rendezvous;—Come this way, and I’ll tell you the whole.
Figaro. Hide yourselves hereabouts, and come running the Moment you hear me call.
Doctor. He is turning Fool.