Doctor. To see thee hang’d.
Figaro. Most kind Doctor—But who takes care of your Mule? I know you have as much mercy on your Beast as you have on your Patient.
Doctor. Do you hear him?
Figaro. And you, gentle Marcelina, do you still wish to marry me—What, because I cannot fall in love with you, would you drive me to hate you?
[Exit Figaro.
Doctor. The Rascal will never mend.
Marcelina. ’Tis you, Doctor, will never mend—“You are so eternally wise, dull and slow, that when a Patient has need of your assistance he may die before you get to him, like as formerly your Mistress got married in spite of your precautions.”
Doctor. Was it to entertain me thus agreeably that you sent for me in such haste from Seville?
Marcelina. Not entirely for that.
Doctor. What then—Is any body ill? Is the Count indisposed?