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

Susan. Thus one is come to lay the Springe, and the other to seize the Game.

Marcelina. I will go and hide myself in this Pavilion, where I shall hear all.

(Exit into the Pavilion on the left.)

Susan. We may begin. (Speaks louder) If my Lady does not want me, I will walk and enjoy the fresh air.

Figaro. Oh, the Cocatrice.

Countess. It may give thee cold.

Susan. Oh no, my Lady.

Figaro. Oh no! She’ll not take cold to-night. (Aside).

Susan retires a little towards the Pavilion on the left; Hannibal is heard singing, and, as he enters, perceives the Countess, in Susan’s dress.

Page. Is that Agnes, yonder? (He approaches) By her long Lappets and white Feathers, it must be Susan. (Comes up and takes hold of the Countess’s hand. Ah, my dear Susan!