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

Count. It is not our Faults; ’tis the law of Nature—And then Wives think to ensure our fidelity by being always Wives—Whereas they should sometimes become——

Countess. What?

Count. Our Mistresses——I hope thou wilt not forget this Lesson.

Countess. Oh no, indeed, not I.

Susan. (Aloud). Nor I.

Figaro. (Aloud). Nor I.

Count. (Astonished). Are there Echoes here?

Countess. Oh, yes.

Count. And now, my sweet Susan, receive the Portion I promised thee. (Gives a purse and puts a ring upon her finger)—And continue likewise to wear this Ring for my sake.

Countess. Susan accepts your Favors.