Olivia: Go then, brother, go find her. Test her soul. Take advantage of such a favorable opportunity. And be sure something will happen. We are laying many traps for Cadwell. In the end they will enable us to open Laura's eyes. Worthy: Ah, sister, it's time that you do that, for truly, I am dying. This unjust prejudice for Cadwell is killing me. I really believe I would suffer less if he wasn't deceiving her. Jenny: What amuses you? You tell us here the finest things in the world. When you are with her you cannot open your mouth. If you saw Cadwell with Laura--he never stops talking even if he repeats the same thing to her a hundred times. Worthy: He's happy, Jenny. Jenny: Go. Become him if you can. (Exit Worthy) Olivia: But Jenny, the more I think of what my brother just said, the less likely I think it. Jenny: I don't understand it any better than you. Cadwell was very gay when he left. Laura wasn't sad. There's a misunderstanding somewhere or Cadwell has played a tick of his specialty. Olivia: What could he have said against such strong proof? Jenny: My word, I don't know. What should I say to you? He opens his big eyes, he sighs, he threatens, he weeps, he falls to his knees, he walks about with long strides, breaks a chair, tears a ruffle, bites his nails, tears his hair, and in the end, he's right. Olivia: Nice manners to justify oneself! Jenny: If I hadn't seen him play the same role with her a thousand times, I wouldn't know what to say. He made me cry in the beginning, but now I am cured.-- But you, madam, who speak as if you wish to help your brother, who can do it better than you? For I'm not blind. I've noticed for a long time that Cadwell watches you, and because I see that you respond well enough to all his tricks, I believe that you are not lacking in what it takes to prevail on his passion and undeceive Laura. Olivia: You have good eyes, Jenny. Well, since you have observed it, I am going to make you my confidant. It's something I've thought of for some time, but it's the last remedy I wish to employ because I find it the most shameful. Jenny: Bah, madam, it is not shameful to punish a rascal. Olivia: Besides, I'm afraid he will distrust me. Jenny: Indeed! Him! He wouldn't distrust you if you told him you hated him. He is so sure of his own worth that he thinks people are forced to love him just by looking at him.--I hear someone. Perhaps it's him. He'll fall in any trap you set for him. Olivia: He's more clever than you can imagine. Jenny: If he didn't do foolish things he wouldn't need all his trickery. It's for you to embroil him so well that nothing he can do will be enough to get him out of it. Olivia: Let me do it. (Exit Jenny) (Then enter Cadwell) Cadwell: (with pretended embarrassment) I don't know what I ought to do, madam. Olivia: You must read your own thoughts and take counsel. Cadwell: Ought I to stay, madam, and expose myself to the greatest peril I have run in my life?