“Peace, Senor. Did you not pretend to love me, that you might betray me?”

“And to whom?”

“The Count Almaviva.”

“Ah—good!” said Figaro to himself.

“Then thou didst love Lindoro?”

“Too well.”

“Then thou didst love the count?”

“The count!”

“Rosina—yes—the count is thy Lindoro.”

“And Lindoro is the count,” said Figaro.