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

Count. But what reason had you to jump out of the window?

Figaro. You had received my letter, my Lord, since I must own it, and was come, somewhat sooner than I expected, in a dreadful passion, in search of a man.—

Antonio. If it was you, you have grown plaguy fast within this half hour, to my thinking. The man that I saw did not seem so tall by the head and shoulders.

Figaro. Pshaw! Does not one double one’s self up when one takes a leap?

Antonio. It seem’d a great deal more like the Page.

Count. The Page!

Figaro. Oh yes, to be sure, the Page has gallop’d back from Seville, Horse and all, to leap out of the window!

Antonio. No, no, my Lord! I saw no such thing! I’ll take my oath I saw no horse leap out of the window.

Figaro. Come, come, let us prepare for our sports.