The Follies of a Day; or, The Marriage of Figaro / A comedy, as it is now performing at the Theatre-Royal, Covent-Garden. From the French of M. de Beaumarchais

by Pierre Augustin Caron de Beaumarchais

Enter PAGE.

(Susan pretends to threaten him by signs.)

Page. Um—(Pouts aside.)

Countess. Well, young gentleman, (With assumed severity)—How innocent he looks, Susan! (Aside to Susan).

Susan. And how bashful, Madam!

Countess (Resuming her serious air). Have you reflected on the duties of your new Profession?

(The Page imagines the Countess is angry, and timidly draws back.)

Susan (Aside to the Page). Ay, ay, young Rake, I’ll tell all I know.—(Returns to the Countess). Observe his downcast eyes, Madam, and long eye-lashes.—(Aside to the Page) Yes, Hypocrite, I’ll tell.

Countess (Seeing the Page more and more fearful). Nay, Hannibal—don’t—be terrified—I—Come nearer.

Susan (Pushing him towards the Countess). Advance, Modesty.