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. What trifle?

Figaro. You know, my Lord, it’s customary to—

Count. To what?

Figaro. To affix your Lordship’s Seal.

Count. (Looks at the Commission, finds the Seal is wanting, and exclaims with vexation and disappointment) The Devil and his Imps!—It is written, Count, thou shalt be a Dupe!—Where is this Marcelina?

[Going.

Figaro. Are you going, my Lord, without giving Orders for our Wedding?

Enter MARCELINA, BASIL, BOUNCE, and Vassals.

(The Count returns.)

Marcelina. Forbear, my Lord, to give such Orders; in Justice forbear. I have a written promise under his hand, and I appeal to you, to redress my injuries! You are my lawful Judge.