Figaro. Pretend! Canst thou doubt it?
Susan. And this was a Trick upon me!—But I’ll be revenged.
Figaro. Talk not of Revenge, my Love, but tell me what blest Angel sent thee hither, and how thou camest by this Disguise, which so fully proves thy Innocence!
Susan. “I could find in my Heart not to tell thee; but know, to thy Confusion, it is my Lady’s; and that, coming to catch one Fox, we have entrapped two!
Figaro. “But who has taken the other?
Susan. “His Wife.
Figaro. “His Wife!—Go and hang thyself, Figaro—Go and hang thyself, for wanting the Wit to divine this Plot!—And has all this intriguing been about his Wife?
Susan. “Yes, about his Wife.
Figaro. (a little suspicious) “But who did the Page kiss?