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

Figaro. “We are not Soldiers, that we should kill one another without Malice: for my part, I like to know why I am angry.”

Count. Be pleased, Sir, to declare, before this Company, who the—the—Woman is that just now ran into that Pavilion.

Figaro. Into that—(Going to cross to the Pavilion on the right.)

Count. (Stopping him) No, prevaricating Fiend; into that. (Pointing to the other.)

Figaro. Ah! That alters the Case.

Count. Answer, or—

Figaro. “The Lady that escaped into that Pavilion?

Count. “Ay, Demon, the Lady.”

Figaro. The Lady “that escaped into that Pavilion,” is a young Lady to whom my Lord once paid his Addresses, but who, happening to love me more than my Betters, has this day yielded me the Preference.

Count. The Preference!—The Preference!—he does not lie at least.——Yes, Gentlemen, what he confesses, I pledge my Honour I just have heard from the very mouth of his Accomplice!