_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. _Figaro._ Pshaw! A trifle, my Lord: a note of hand for money borrowed; nothing more. _Count._ Let the Advocates and Officers of Justice be assembled in the great Hall; we will there determine on the justice of your claim. It becomes us not to suffer any Vassal of ours, however we may privately esteem him, to be guilty of public injury. _Basil._ Your Lordship is acquainted with my claims on Marcelina: I hope your Lordship will grant me your support. _Count._ Oh, oh! Are you there, Prince of Knaves? _Antonio._ Yes, that’s his title, sure enough. _Count._ Approach, honest Basil; faithful Agent of our Will and Pleasure. (_Basil bows_) Go order the Lawyers to assemble. _Basil._ My Lord!-- _Count._ And tell the Peasant, by whom you sent me the Letter this morning, I want to speak with him. _Basil._ Your Lordship is pleased to joke with your humble Servant. I know no such Peasant. _Count._ You will be pleased to find him, notwithstanding. _Basil._ My Office, in this House, as your Lordship knows, is not to go of Errands! Think, my Lord, how that would degrade a man of my talents; who have the honour to teach my Lady the Harpsichord, the Mandoline to her Woman, and to entertain your Lordship, and your Lordship’s good Company, with my Voice and my Guitar, whenever your Lordship pleases to honor me with your Commands. _Bounce._ I will go, if your Lordship pleases to let me: I should be very glad to oblige your Lordship. _Count._ What’s thy Name? _Bounce._ Pedro Bounce, my Lord, Fire-work maker to your Lordship. _Count._ Thy zeal pleases me, thou shalt go. _Bounce._ Thank your Lordship, thank your noble Lordship. (_Leaps._) _Count._ (_To Basil_) And do you be pleased, Sir, to entertain the Gentleman, on his Journey, with your Voice and your Guitar; he is part of my good Company. _Bounce._ (_Leaps_) I am part of my Lord’s good Company! Who would have thought it! _Basil._ My Lord---- _Count._ Depart! Obey! Or, depart from my Service. (_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.