_Count._ Again! And again! And everlastingly this damn’d, diabolical Page. (_Page flies to the other side of the stage._) You shall find, however, he was not alone. _Page._ Ah, no! My lot would have been hard indeed then. _Count._ Enter Antonio, and drag the guilty Thing before her Judge. _Antonio._ (_In the Pavilion._) Come, Madam, you must come out; I must not let you go since my Lord knows you are here. _Enter with his Daughter_, AGNES. _Omnes._ Agnes! _Guzman._ A-A-Agnes! _Antonio._ Odzooks, my Lord, its a pleasant Trick, enough, to send me in, before all these good Folks, for my Daughter. _Count._ I’ll find her, I warrant. (_Going._) _Doctor._ (_Stopping the Count._) Pardon me, my Lord, but you are too angry at present; let me go. (_Exit Doctor to the Pavilion._) _Guzman._ This Cause is very perplex’d. _Doctor._ (_Entering with Marcelina._) Fear nothing, Madam, fear nothing. _Omnes._ Marcelina! _Figaro._ My Mother too! Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! _Count._ Where then is this Daughter of Infamy thus evades my just Fury? _Enter_ SUSAN, _with her Fan before her face_. Here she comes, at last; bearing her own Shame and my Dishonour. (_Susan kneels to him, still hiding her Face._) _Omnes._ Pardon, pardon, gracious Lord! _Count._ No! No! No! (_They all fall on their knees._) No! No! Were the World to kneel I would be deaf. _Enter the_ COUNTESS _from the Pavilion on the right, and kneels to the Count, whose back is turned to her_. _Countess._ At least I will make one of the Number. (_Susan drops her fan, the Count hears the voice of the Countess, looks round, and suddenly conceives the whole Trick they have been playing him. All the Company burst into a laugh: the Count’s shame, confusion, &c._) _Guzman._ (_Laughing stupidly_) Ha! ha! ha! ha! ’Tis the Countess! _Count._ (_With great humility._) And--is it you my Lady? _Countess._ (_Inclines her body in token of Affirmation._) _Count._ (_Returning her bow with great confusion._) Ah!--Yes!--Yes! A generous pardon--tho’ unmerited.---- _Countess._ Were you in my place, you would exclaim, No! No! No! But I grant it without a single Stipulation. _Susan._ And I. _Figaro._ And I.--There are Echoes here. _Count._ (_Surprised_) I perceive--I perceive----I have been rightly served. _Countess._ Here, Susan, here is the Purse and Ring, which my Lord gave thee. He will remember thy sweet delicate Fingers, so long and so small. _Susan._ Thank your Lordship--Here Figaro. (_Gives him the Purse._ _Figaro._ It was devilish hard to get at-- _Count._ (_To Susan_) And the Letter you wrote-- _Susan._ Was dictated by my Lady. _Count._ (_Smiling good naturedly._) Well, well! I am an Answer in her Debt. _Figaro._ Thus every Man shall have his own. _Bounce._ And shall we throw the Stocking? _Countess._ There is the Garter.