(Exit.)
Basil. ’Tis in vain to resist. Shall I wage war with a Lion, who am only——
Figaro. A Calf—“But come, you seem vex’d about it—I will open the Ball—Strike up, tis my Susan’s Wedding-day.”
Basil. Come along, Mr. Bounce. (Basil begins to play, Figaro dances and sings off before him, and Bounce follows, dancing after.)
(Exeunt.)
Manent COUNTESS and SUSAN.
Countess. You see, Susan, to what Danger I have been exposed by Figaro and his fine concerted Billet.
Susan. “Dear Madam, if you had but seen yourself when I bounced out upon my Lord! So pale, such Terror in your Countenance! And then your suddenly assumed tranquillity!
Countess. “Oh no, every Faculty was lost in my Fears.
Susan. “I assure your Ladyship to the contrary; in a few Lessons you would learn to dissemble and fib with as good a Grace as any Lady in the Land.”