_Count._ Oh, no; Love is but the Romance of the Heart; Pleasure is its History--As for thee, my dear Susan, add but one grain more of Caprice to thy Composition and thou wilt make one of the most enticing, teazing, agreeable Mistresses. _Countess._ ’Tis my Duty to oblige my Lord. _Figaro._ Her Duty!-- _Count._ Yes--Women’s Duties are unlimited--They owe all--Men nothing. _Countess._ Nothing? _Count._ It is not our Faults; ’tis the law of Nature--And then Wives think to ensure our fidelity by being always Wives--Whereas they should sometimes become---- _Countess._ What? _Count._ Our Mistresses----I hope thou wilt not forget this Lesson. _Countess._ Oh no, indeed, not I. _Susan._ (_Aloud_). Nor I. _Figaro._ (_Aloud_). Nor I. _Count._ (_Astonished_). Are there Echoes here? _Countess._ Oh, yes. _Count._ And now, my sweet Susan, receive the Portion I promised thee. (_Gives a purse and puts a ring upon her finger_)--And continue likewise to wear this Ring for my sake. _Countess._ Susan accepts your Favors. _Figaro._ (_Aside_). Was there ever so faithless a Hussey? _Susan._ (_Aside_). These riches are all for us! (_Still keeps chuckling very heartily at what is going forwards._) _Countess._ I perceive Torches. _Count._ They are preparatory to thy Nuptials. (_the Countess pretends to be afraid_). Come, come, let us retire for a moment into the Pavilion. _Countess._ What! In the dark? _Count._ Why not? There are no Spirits. _Figaro._ (_Aside_). Yes, but there are; and evil ones too. (_Countess follows the Count_). She is going!----Hem! (_Figaro hem’s in a great passion_). _Count._ (_Raising his voice majesterially_). Who goes there! _Figaro._ A man. _Count._ (_Aside to the Countess_). It’s Figaro! (_The Countess enters the Pavilion on the right hand and the Count retires_). _Figaro._ (_Desperate_). They are gone in. (_Walks about_). Let her go.--Let her go! _Susan._ (_Aside._) Thou shalt pay presently for these fine Suspicions. (_Susan advances and mimics the voice of the Countess_). Who is that? _Figaro._ ’Tis the Countess (_Aside_).--What lucky Chance conducted you hither, Madam--You know not what Scenes are this moment transacting. _Susan._ Oh yes, but I do, Figaro. _Figaro._ What! That the Count and my very virtuous Bride are this moment in yonder Pavilion Madam! _Susan._ (_Aside_). Very well, my Gentleman!--I know more than thou dost. _Figaro._ And will you not be revenged? _Susan._ Oh yes, we always have our Revenge in our own power. _Figaro._ (_Aside_). What does she mean?--Perhaps what I suspect--Why that would be a glorious Retaliation.--(_To Susan._) There is no Means but one, Madam, of revenging such Wrongs; that now presents itself. _Susan._ (_Jealous_) What does the good-for-nothing Fellow mean? (_Speaks in a tone of compliance to Figaro_). Does it Figaro?