mention--Talk of the Devil and---- _Enter Doctor_ BARTHOLO _and_ MARCELINA. _Marcelina._ Good-morrow to Mr. Bridegroom. _Figaro._ Good-morrow to madam Marcelina--What! My old fat friend the Doctor! Are you there? _Doctor._ Yes, Knave’s face. _Figaro._ As witty, I perceive, and no doubt as wise as ever--And have you been complaisant enough to come thus far to see me married? _Doctor._ To see thee hang’d. _Figaro._ Most kind Doctor--But who takes care of your Mule? I know you have as much mercy on your Beast as you have on your Patient. _Doctor._ Do you hear him? _Figaro._ And you, gentle Marcelina, do you still wish to marry me--What, because I cannot fall in love with you, would you drive me to hate you? [_Exit Figaro._ _Doctor._ The Rascal will never mend. _Marcelina._ ’Tis you, Doctor, will never mend--{{“You are so eternally wise, dull and slow, that when a Patient has need of your assistance he may die before you get to him, like as formerly your Mistress got married in spite of your precautions.”}} _Doctor._ Was it to entertain me thus agreeably that you sent for me in such haste from Seville? _Marcelina._ Not entirely for that. _Doctor._ What then--Is any body ill? Is the Count indisposed? _Marcelina._ No, it is the Countess who is indisposed. _Doctor._ What the artful, the deceitful Rosina? What’s her disorder? _Marcelina._ A faithless Husband. _Doctor._ A very common complaint indeed. _Marcelina._ The Count forsakes her, and falls in love with every fresh face. _Doctor._ I am glad of it--I am glad of it--I foresaw it--I thought Count Almaviva would revenge the wrongs of Doctor Bartholo. _Marcelina._ After toying with a thousand neighbouring Beauties, he now returns to the castle to terminate the marriage of Susan and Figaro. _Doctor._ Which he himself has made necessary. _Marcelina_. Oh no--But at which he wishes to act rather as a Principal than an Agent. _Doctor._ In private with the Bride. _Marcelina._ Even so. _Doctor._ She I suppose has no great objection. _Marcelina._ Charitable Doctor--Basil, however, her music master, who takes great pains to instruct her, says to the contrary. _Doctor._ Basil! What is that other Rascal here too?--Why the house is a den of Thieves--What does he do here? _Marcelina._ All the mischief he can--He persecutes me with his odious love unceasingly; I cannot get rid of him. _Doctor._ Marry him--I’ll answer for his cure. _Marcelina._ That’s what he wants--But pray Doctor, why will not you get rid of me by the same means? The claims of Justice and oaths out of number should-- _Doctor._ So so so so--What is the matrimonial furor come upon you again? _Marcelina._ Our long lost son, Fernando! the dear pledge of my virgin love! were he but found, perhaps-- _Doctor._ And so you sent for me to hear this stale rhodomontade? {{_Marcelina._ “And are you, now you have lost your Rosina, as inflexible and unjust as ever?”}} _Doctor._ Pshaw!