Countess. Let me hear.
Figaro. You, my lovely Susan, must appoint the Count to meet him, as he proposed, this evening, by the Pavilion in the Garden.
Countess. How! Figaro! Can you consent?
Figaro. And why not, Madam?
Susan. But if you can, sir, do you think I—
Figaro. Nay, my Charmer, do not imagine I would wish thee to grant him any thing thou wishest to refuse—But first we must dress up the Page in your cloaths, my dear Susan—, he is to be your Representative.
Countess. The Page!
Susan. He is gone.
Figaro. Is he?—Perhaps so. But a whistle from me will bring him back. (The Countess seems pleased.)
Susan. So! Now Figaro’s happy!—Plots and Contrivances—