Doctor. And so you sent for me to hear this stale rhodomontade?
Marcelina. “And are you, now you have lost your Rosina, as inflexible and unjust as ever?”
Doctor. Pshaw!
Marcelina. Well—Since you are determined never to marry me yourself, will you have the complaisance to aid me in marrying another?
Doctor. With all my heart!—With all my heart!—
Marcelina. Ah! (curtsies).
Doctor. But who?—What miserable Mortal, abandoned of Heaven and Women—
Marcelina. Who but the amiable, the gay, the ever sprightly Figaro?
Doctor. Figaro! That Rascal!