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

(The Countess enters the Pavilion on the right hand and the Count retires).

Figaro. (Desperate). They are gone in. (Walks about). Let her go.—Let her go!

Susan. (Aside.) Thou shalt pay presently for these fine Suspicions. (Susan advances and mimics the voice of the Countess). Who is that?

Figaro. ’Tis the Countess (Aside).—What lucky Chance conducted you hither, Madam—You know not what Scenes are this moment transacting.

Susan. Oh yes, but I do, Figaro.

Figaro. What! That the Count and my very virtuous Bride are this moment in yonder Pavilion Madam!

Susan. (Aside). Very well, my Gentleman!—I know more than thou dost.

Figaro. And will you not be revenged?

Susan. Oh yes, we always have our Revenge in our own power.

Figaro. (Aside). What does she mean?—Perhaps what I suspect—Why that would be a glorious Retaliation.—(To Susan.) There is no Means but one, Madam, of revenging such Wrongs; that now presents itself.