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. How! Rascal! And is it you!—Hollo—Hollo—Who hears?

Enter blundering in the dark, and in a great hurry, the COURIER, who had been to Seville after the Page.

Courier. Here!—Here!—Here am I, my Lord! Just arrived from Seville! But he is not there! I might as well have sought for this Page in my pocket! Here is the Packet again.

Count. Stand out of the way, Rascal——Hollo!—Where are my People? Lights! Lights!

Courier. What’s my Lord afraid of? Is there not Mr. Figaro and I?

Enter Flambeaux, Don GUZMAN, Dr. BARTHOLO, ANTONIO, BASIL, and Servants.

Count. (To the Servants) Guard that Door and some of you seize this Fellow.

Figaro. You command, with absolute Authority, over all present, my Lord, except yourself.

Count. “The Villain’s impenetrable, cool Impudence is intolerable.