LEONT. Why, let him, when we are out of his power. But, believe me, Olivia, you have no great reason to dread his resentment. His repining temper, as it does no manner of injury to himself, so will it never do harm to others. He only frets to keep himself employed, and scolds for his private amusement. OLIVIA. I don't know that; but I'm sure, on some occasions, it makes him look most shockingly. CROAKER (_discovering himself_). How does he look now?—How does he look now? OLIVIA. Ah! LEONT. Undone. CROAKER. How do I look now? Sir, I am your very humble servant. Madam, I am yours. What! you are going off, are you? Then, first, if you please, take a word or two from me with you before you go. Tell me first where you are going; and when you have told me that, perhaps, I shall know as little as I did before. [Illustration: CROAKER.—"_How does he look now?_"—_p._ 310. ] LEONT. If that be so, our answer might but increase your displeasure, without adding to your information. CROAKER. I want no information from you, puppy! and you, too, madam, what answer have you got? Eh! _A cry without, Stop him!_ I think I heard a noise. My friend, Honeywood, without—has he seized the incendiary? Ah, no, for now I hear no more on't. LEONT. Honeywood without? Then, sir, it was Mr. Honeywood that directed you hither. CROAKER. No, sir, it was Mr. Honeywood conducted me hither. LEONT. Is it possible? CROAKER. Possible! why he's in the house now, sir. More anxious about me, than my own son, sir. LEONT. Then, sir, he's a villain. CROAKER. How, sirrah; a villain, because he takes most care of your father? I'll not bear it. I tell you I'll not bear it. Honeywood is a friend to the family, and I'll have him treated as such. LEONT. I shall study to repay his friendship as it deserves. CROAKER. Ah, rogue, if you knew how earnestly he entered into my griefs, and pointed out the means to detect them, you would love him as I do. _A cry without, Stop him!_ Fire and fury! they have seized the incendiary: they have the villain, the incendiary in view. Stop him, stop an incendiary, a murderer! stop him. [_Exit._ OLIVIA. Oh, my terrors! What can this new tumult mean? LEONT. Some new mark, I suppose, of Mr. Honeywood's sincerity. But we shall have satisfaction: he shall give me instant satisfaction. OLIVIA. It must not be, my Leontine, if you value my esteem, or my happiness. Whatever be our fate, let us not add guilt to our misfortunes. Consider that our innocence will shortly be all we have left us. You must forgive him. LEONT. Forgive him! Has he not in every instance betrayed us? Forced me to borrow money from him, which appears a mere trick to delay us: promised to keep my father engaged, till we were out of danger, and here brought him to the very scene of our escape? OLIVIA. Don't be precipitate. We may yet be mistaken.