(_Throws down the Riband Hannibal had stolen in the Morning; Bounce is going to stoop for it, and the Page pushes him back._) _Page._ This is my Right, and if any one dare dispute it with me---- _Count._ Indeed! Mr. Officer--So bold a Champion already!--Pray how did your Valour like the Box on the Ear I gave you just now? _Page._ (_With his Hand to his Sword_) Me! My Colonel? _Figaro._ Which I kindly received. _Count._ Thou! _Figaro._ I--And thus do the Great distribute Justice. _Count._ (_laughing_) Well, Mr. President, (_Don Guzman instantly calls up all his Wisdom on finding himself addressed_) what do you think of all these things? _Guzman._ Thi-ink, my Lord? (_Considers_) I--I think that--I do-o-on’t know what to think. _Figaro._ I think, a few such Days as this would form an excellent Ambassador--But lately I was a poor, deserted, solitary Being, in this wide World, and now I have Gold, Relations, and a handsome Wife---- _Doctor._ And Friends will flock in abundance. _Figaro._ Do you think so? _Doctor._ Oh I know so. _Figaro._ Well, let them, they shall be welcome to all I have--My Wife and my Wealth excepted. _Susan._ Our Errors past, and all our Follies done, Oh! That ’twere possible you might be won To pardon Faults, and Misdemeanors smother, With the same ease we pardon One-another! So should we rest, To-night, devoid of Sorrow, And hope to meet you, joyously, To-morrow. THE END. TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE A few obvious typographical errors and punctuation errors have been corrected after careful comparison with other occurrences within the text and consultation of external sources. Except for those changes noted below, all misspellings in the text, and inconsistent or archaic usage, have been retained.