Doctor. In private with the Bride.
Marcelina. Even so.
Doctor. She I suppose has no great objection.
Marcelina. Charitable Doctor—Basil, however, her music master, who takes great pains to instruct her, says to the contrary.
Doctor. Basil! What is that other Rascal here too?—Why the house is a den of Thieves—What does he do here?
Marcelina. All the mischief he can—He persecutes me with his odious love unceasingly; I cannot get rid of him.
Doctor. Marry him—I’ll answer for his cure.
Marcelina. That’s what he wants—But pray Doctor, why will not you get rid of me by the same means? The claims of Justice and oaths out of number should—
Doctor. So so so so—What is the matrimonial furor come upon you again?
Marcelina. Our long lost son, Fernando! the dear pledge of my virgin love! were he but found, perhaps—