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

(While this passes, Figaro likewise advances to drive the Page from Susan; meanwhile the Count, on the Page’s supposed next approach, prepares to give him a proper reception).

Count. (Thinking he speaks to the Page). Since you are so fond of kissing, take that. (Gives Figaro a severe box on the ear).

Figaro. I have paid for listening. (Susan cannot contain herself, but bursts out a laughing).

Count. (Hears her laugh). Why this is inconceiveable!—Do such Salutations make the impudent Rascal laugh?

Figaro. It would be strange if he should cry this time. (Aside).

(Count and Countess approach).

Count. But let us not lose the precious moments, my charming Susan!—Let these Kisses speak my ardour! (Kisses the Countess several times with rapture).

Figaro. (Aside, and beating his forehead). Oh! Oh! Oh!

Count. Why dost thou tremble?