_Count._ “But thou hast Abilities, and might rise to Preferment. _Figaro._ “Preferred by my Abilities my Lord!----Your Lordship is pleased to laugh at me.”}} _Count._ Yes, yes; Susan has betrayed me, and my Gentleman marries Marcelina. (_Aside._) _Figaro._ He has been angling for Gudgeons, and what has he caught? (_Aside._) _Enter a_ SERVANT. _Servant._ Don Guzman and the Counsellors are without. _Count._ Let them wait. _Figaro._ (_Ironically_) Aye, let them wait. (_Exit Serv._) _Count._ And dost thou expect to gain thy Cause? _Figaro._ With the assistance of Justice and my Lord’s good wishes, who respects Youth too much himself to force others to wed with Age. _Count._ A Judge knows no distinction of persons. _Figaro._ “Well--Time, say the Italians, is a valiant Fellow, and tells Truth”--But what was it your Lordship was pleased to send for me for? _Count._ For--(_Somewhat embarrassed_) To see these benches and chairs set in order. _Figaro._ That is already done, my Lord. Here is the great chair for your Lordship, a seat for the President, a table and stool for his Clerk, two benches for the Lawyers, the middle for the Beau monde, and the Mob in the back ground. (_Exit._) _Count._ He is too cunning; I can get nothing out of him; but they certainly understand each other.--They may toy and be as loving as they please, but as for wedding-- _Enter_ SUSAN. (_She comes up to the Count’s elbow while he is speaking, and is surprized to see him in such an ill humour._) _Susan._ My Lord! _Count._ My Lady! _Susan._ My Lady has sent me for your Lordship’s smelling-bottle; she has got the vapours. _Count._ Here; and when she has done with it, borrow it for yourself,--it may be useful. _Susan._ I the vapours, my Lord! Oh no, that’s too polite a disease for a Servant to pretend to! _Count._ Fits may come;--Love so violent as yours cannot bear disappointment; and when Figaro marries Marcelina-- _Susan._ Oh, suppose the worst, my Lord, we can pay Marcelina with the Portion your Lordship has promised us! _Count._ I promis’d you a portion? _Susan._ If my ears did not deceive me, I understood as much. _Count._ Yes, if you had pleas’d to _understand_ me, but since you do not.-- _Susan._ (_Pretending bashfulness_) It’s always soon enough to own one’s weakness, my Lord. _Count._ (_with an instant change of countenance_) What! Wilt thou take a walk this evening in the garden, by the Pavilion? _Susan._ Don’t I take Walks every evening, my Lord? _Count._ Nay, nay, but let us understand each other--No Pavilion, no Marriage. _Susan._ And no Marriage, no Pavilion, my Lord! (_curtsying_) _Count._ What a witty little Devil! I wonder what she does to fascinate me so!--But prithee tell me why hast thou always, till now, refused with such obstinacy? This very Morning, thou knowest---- _Susan._ This Morning, my Lord!--What, and the Page behind the Great-chair!