Susan. Fie, Figaro.
Countess. (Terrified.) What a Prophecy!
Fig. Were I a Soldier I would make some of them scamper—But, come, come, my friends; let us prepare our feast against the evening. Marcelina I hear intends to disturb our Diversions.
Count. That she will I can assure you. (Aside) I must go and send for her. (going.)
Countess. You will not leave us, my Lord?
Count. I am undrest, you see.
Countess. We shall see nobody but our own servants.
Count. I must do what you please. Wait for me in the study, Basil.
(Exeunt Count, Countess, and Vassals.
Manent Figaro, Basil and Page.