_Enter the Procession of the two Weddings. A March is played; Doctor Bartholo and Marcelina are preceded by Cryer of the Court, Guards, Doublefee, Counsellors, Don Guzman; after them come Antonio, Figaro, and Susan, followed by the Bridesmen and Maids, and a troop of Dancers. They all salute the Count and Countess as they pass; and after making the tour of the stage, Antonio presents his Niece to the Count; Susan kneels, one of the Bridemaids gives the Count the nuptial Cap; and Susan, while the Count is placing it on her head, plucks him by the cloak, and shews him the Note she had just before written. He pretends to keep adjusting the Cap, and slily reaches to take the Note, which he instantly claps in his bosom, having previously unbuttoned himself for that purpose. While this is transacting a Castanet-Dance is performed. As soon as Susan rises, she purposely places herself before the Countess, to encourage the Count to read the Note, who accordingly steps forward, is going to open it, and pricks his finger with the Pin, which he plucks out and throws angrily on the floor._) _Count._ These Women and their curst Pins. _Figaro._ (_Aside to his Mother laughing_) The Count has received a Billet-doux from some pretty Girl, sealed with a Pin! This is a new fashion, which he does not seem to admire. (_The Count reads the Note, is exceedingly pleased, folds it up again, and reads on the outside, “Return the Seal;” he pretends to walk carelessly about the stage, but is all the while looking earnestly for the pin he had thrown away, which he at last finds, picks up and sticks upon his Sleeve._) _Figaro._ (_To his Mother_) Every thing is precious that appertains to a beloved object.--He picks up the very Pin, you see. (_All this while Susan and the Countess remark what is passing with laughter, and private looks and gestures._) _Countess._ (_Rising_) Come with me, Susan. We shall soon be back, my Lord. (_Aside to Susan_) Let us make haste and exchange dresses. (_Exeunt Countess and Susan._ {{_Crier._ “Guards! Guards!--This way, Guards! (_Places the Guards at the door, runs up to the Count_) My Lord, here’s Mr. Basil coming, my Lord, with the whole Village at his heels; because he has been singing all the way he went. _Figaro._ “Orpheus and the Brutes. But I’ll make him change his Tune.”}} _Enter_ BASIL _singing, followed by_ BOUNCE. _Count._ So, Mr. Basil, what is your will and pleasure? {{_Basil._ “After having fulfilled your Lordship’s commands, by amusing this honest Gentleman---- _Bounce._ “Me, my Lord? I assure your Lordship he has not amused me in the least. _Basil._ “I now return to enforce my claims on Marcelina. _Figaro._ “Look you, Sir--Should you venture but to cast one look, or approach one step nearer that Lady----