Susan. It will end in nothing. (Aside.
Figaro. No matter: let us try, at least. (Aside.
Countess. You see, my Lord, I am supposed to have a much greater degree of influence over you than I really possess.
Count. Oh no, my Lady; not an atom, I assure you.
Figaro. (Presenting the cap to the Count) Our petition is, that the Bride may have the honor of receiving from our worthy Lord’s hand, this Nuptial-Cap; ornamented with half-blown roses, and white ribbands, Symbols of the purity of his intentions.
Count. Do they mean to laugh at me? (Aside.
Figaro. “And as you have been kindly pleased to abolish that abominable right, which, as Lord of the Manor, you might have claimed, permit us, your Vassals, to celebrate your praise, in a rustic Chorus I have prepared for this occasion. The Virtues of so good a master should not remain unsung.
Count. “A Lover, a Poet, and a Musician!—These titles, Figaro, might perhaps merit our indulgence, if”—
Countess. Let me beg, my Lord, you will not deny their request: in the name of that Love you once had for me.