FIGARO, alone, walking in the dark, said the darker tone: O woman! woman! woman! weak and deceitful creature! ... No animal of creation can not fail to instinct: yours is he to deceive? ... After stubbornly refused me when I pressed him in front of his mistress at the time she gives me his word, even in the midst of the ceremony ... He laughed while reading, the treacherous ! and me like a fool ... No, Monsieur le Comte, you will not get it ... you will not get it. Because you're a great lord, you think a genius! ... Nobility, fortune, rank, squares, makes it all so proud! What have you done so much good? You've taken the trouble to be born, and nothing more. Besides, quite ordinary man, whereas I, damn! lost in the obscure crowd, I had to deploy more science and calculations to survive alone, we did put a hundred years to govern the whole of Spain: and you want to joust ... We just ... it is ... this person is. - The night is black devil, and here I am making a fool of a husband job although I am not the only half! (He sits on a bench.) Is there anything more bizarre than my destiny? Son of I do not know who, robbed by bandits in their high morals, I'm disgusted and want to run a career fair, and everywhere I am repulsed! Learn chemistry, pharmacy, surgery, and all the credit of a great lord can hardly put myself in his hand a lancet vet! - Tired of sad sick animals, and to make a trade contrary, I throw myself headlong into the theater: me were I put a stone around his neck! I spit a comedy of manners in the seraglio. English writer, I think I can be ruthless censure Muhammad: the moment a messenger ... I do not know where to complain that my verses offend in the Sublime Porte, Persia, part of the peninsula of India, all over Egypt, the kingdoms of Barca, Tripoli, Tunis, Algiers and Morocco: and this is my comedy outbreak, to please the Mohammedan princes, not one of whom, I believe, can read, and we bruise the scapula, telling us: Christian dogs! - Unable to debase the mind, one takes revenge by the abuser. - My cheeks, my term was expired: I saw from afar the horrible bailiffs arrive, the feather stuck in her wig: I strive, shuddering. It rises a question about the nature of wealth, and as it is not necessary to take things to think, not having a floor, I write about the value of money and its product net as soon as I see the back of a cab for me down the bridge of a castle, into which I let hope and freedom. (He rises.) I'd like to take one of these powerful four-day, so light on the evil they directs, when a good disgrace Tub pride! I'd say ... that the nonsense printed only important as places where one is hindering progress, that without the freedom to criticize, it is not flattering praise, and there are only small men who fear small writings. (He sits down.) Tired of feeding a dark boarder, it puts me in the street one day and as it is dinner, though no longer in prison, yet I cut my pen and ask each what it is Question: I am told that during my retirement economy, he settled in Madrid a freedom on the sale of productions, which extends even to those of the press and that, provided that I speak in my writings or authority, or of religion, or politics, nor morals, nor the people place, or body of credit, or Opera, or other shows, or anyone who takes something, I can print everything freely, under the inspection of two or three censors. To enjoy the sweet freedom, I am announcing a periodical, and, believing Only go on any other broken, I call useless Journal. Pu-or! I see rise against me thousand poor devils on the sheet, I was away, and now I'm unemployed again! - Despair suited me understand and it is thought to myself for a place, but unfortunately I was clean: it required a computer, it was a dancer who got it. It remained for me to fly, I am banker Pharaoh then, good people! I soup in town, and people say he is open to me politely as their home, holding them for three quarters of profit. I could have me up and I even began to understand that to win the property, know-how is better than knowledge. But as everyone around me pillaged, requiring me to be honest, it was not yet well perish. To This time I left the world, and twenty fathoms of water separating me going when beneficent God calls me to my first statement. I take my bag and my English leather, and then letting the smoke to fools that feed on them, and shame in the middle of the road as a pedestrian too heavy, I'm going from city to city razing, and finally I saw no concern. A great lord proceeded to Seville, he recognizes me, I married, and the price of having my care by his wife, he wants to intercept the mine! Plot, about this storm. Ready to fall into an abyss, at the time to marry my mother, my parents come to me to the queue. (He rises, warming.) Is struggling, it's you, it's him, it's me, it's you, no, not us, eh! but who? (He falls back seated) O bizarre series of events! How it happened to me? Why do these things and not others? Who had set them on my head? Forced to walk the road where I came without knowing, as I go out unintentionally, I littered with so many flowers that my joy has allowed me: yet I tell my gay without knowing whether it is to me more than anything else, or even what this is me I'm : An assembly of parts unknown informs and then be a miserable fool, a frisky little animal, a young man eager for pleasure, with all tastes to enjoy, making all the trades for a living; master here, Valletta, as like to fortune; ambitious vanity, laborious necessity, but lazy ... with delight! speaker according to the danger; poet relaxation; musician by chance, love by crazy hot, I've seen everything, done everything, spent. Then the illusion was destroyed, and too cynical ... Disappointed ... ! Susan, Susan, Suzon! you give me of suffering! ... I mean walking ... we come from. Here the moment of crisis. (He retired near the first slide to his right.)
Beaumarchais: The Marriage of Figaro (Act V, sc. 3)
