_Antonio._ Thank your noble Lordship! Most humbly thank your noble Lordship!--Ah ha! I’m glad thou art not to marry my Niece! I’ll go and tell her the good news! (_Exit._) _Crier._ Clear the Court. (_Exeunt Guards, Counsellors, and Vassals._ _Manent Don Guzman, Figaro, Marcelina and Dr. Bartholo._ _Figaro._ ’Tis this Furze-ball, this Fungus of a President that has lost me my Cause. _Guzman._ I a F-F-Furze-ball and a F-F-Fungus! _Figaro._ (_Sits down dejected_) I will never marry her. _Guzman._ Thou mu-ust ma-arry her. _Figaro._ What! Without the Consent of my noble Parents? _Count._ (_Returning_) Where are they? Who are they?--He will still complain of injustice--Name them. _Figaro._ Allow me time, my Lord--I must first know where to find them, and yet it ought not to be long, for I have been seeking them these five Years. _Doctor._ What! A Foundling? _Figaro._ No Foundling, but stolen from my Parents. _Count._ Poh! This is too palpable. (_Exit Count_) _Figaro._ Had I no other Proof of my Birth than the precious Stones, Ring, and Jewels found upon me, these would be sufficient--but I bear the Mark---- (_He is going to shew his Arm._) _Marcelina._ Of a Lobster on your left Arm. _Figaro._ How do you know that? _Marcelina._ ’Tis he himself! {{_Figaro._ “Yes, it’s me myself.”}} _Marcelina._ ’Tis Fernando! _Doctor._ Thou wert stolen away by Gypsies. _Figaro._ By Gypsies!--Oh Doctor, if thou can’st but restore me to my illustrious Parents, {{“Mountains of Gold will not sufficiently speak their gratitude.”}} _Doctor._ Behold thy Mother. (_Pointing to Marcelina._) _Figaro._ Nurse, you mean! _Doctor._ Thy own Mother! _Figaro._ Explain! _Marcelina._ And there behold thy Father. (_Pointing to the Doctor._) _Figaro._ He, my Father! Oh Lord! Oh Lord! Oh Lord! (_Stamps about._) _Guzman._ (_With great wisdom_) It will be no m-m-match--that’s evi-dent. _Marcelina._ Hast thou not felt Nature pleading within thee, at sight of me? _Figaro._ Never. _Marcelina_. This was the secret cause of all my Fondness for thee. _Figaro._ No doubt--And of my aversion--Instinct is very powerful. _Marcelina._ Come to my arms, my dear, my long lost Child. (_Figaro and Marcelina embrace, the Doctor leans against the Benches._) _Enter_ ANTONIO _and_ SUSAN. (_The latter runs to find the Count_) _Susan._ (_In great Agitation_) Oh, where is my Lord? Here is the Money to pay Marcelina with! The Portion which my noble and generous Lady has given me! _Antonio._ (_pulling Susan, and pointing to Figaro, who kisses Marcelina._) Here! here! Look this way! (_Susan, at seeing them embrace becomes furious, and is going away, Figaro runs and brings her back._) _Figaro._ Stop, stop, my Susan. _Susan._ I have seen enough--Since you are so fond of her, pray marry her. _Figaro._ Thou art mistaken.