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. Your Wife!—Zounds, you are very fond of your Wife.

Figaro. I love to be singular.

Count. You have made me wait for you here a long while.

Figaro. I have been changing my Stockings, which I dirtied in the fall.

Count. Servants, I think, are longer dressing than their Masters.

Figaro. Well they may—They are obliged to dress themselves.

Count. If in sifting my Gentleman, I find him unwilling to go to France, I may conclude Susan has betrayed me. (Aside.)

Figaro. He has mischief in his head, but I’ll watch his motions. (Aside.)

Count. (Approaches Figaro with familiarity)—Thou knowest, Figaro, it was my intention to have taken thee with me on my Embassy to Paris, but I believe thou dost not understand French.