_Oliv._ Well, if he be returned, Mr. Novel, then shall I be pestered again with his boisterous sea-love; have my alcove smell like a cabin, my chamber perfumed with his tarpaulin Brandenburgh; and hear volleys of brandy-sighs, enough to make a fog in one's room. Foh! I hate a lover that smells like Thames Street! _Man._ [_Aside._] I can bear no longer, and need hear no more.--[_To_ OLIVIA.] But since you have these two pulvillio[102] boxes, these essence-bottles, this pair of musk-cats here, I hope I may venture to come yet nearer you. _Oliv._ Overheard us then! _Nov._ I hope he heard me not. [_Aside._ _L. Plau._ Most noble and heroic captain, your most obliged, faithful, humble servant. _Nov._ Dear tar, thy humble servant. _Man._ Away!--[_Thrusts_ NOVEL _and_ Lord PLAUSIBLE _on each side._] Madam-- _Oliv._ Nay, I think I have fitted[103] you for listening. _Man._ You have fitted me for believing you could not be fickle, though you were young; could not dissemble love, though 'twas your interest; nor be vain, though you were handsome; nor break your promise, though to a parting lover; nor abuse your best friend, though you had wit: but I take not your contempt of me worse than your esteem, or civility for these things here, though you know 'em. _Nov._ Things! _L. Plau._ Let the captain rally a little. _Man._ Yes, things! Canst thou be angry, thou thing? [_Coming up to_ NOVEL. _Nov._ No, since my lord says you speak in raillery; for though your sea-raillery be something rough, yet, I confess, we use one another too as bad every day at Locket's,[104] and never quarrel for the matter. _L. Plau._ Nay, noble captain, be not angry with him.--A word with you, I beseech you--[_Whispers to_ MANLY. _Oliv._ Well, we women, like the rest of the cheats of the world, when our cullies or creditors have found us out, and will or can trust no longer, pay debts and satisfy obligations with a quarrel, the kindest present a man can make to his mistress, when he can make no more presents. For oftentimes in love, as at cards, we are forced to play foul, only to give over the game; and use our lovers like the cards, when we can get no more by them, throw 'em up in a pet upon the first dispute. [_Aside._ _Man._ My lord, all that you have made me know by your whispering, which I knew not before, is, that you have a stinking breath; there's a secret for your secret. _L. Plau._ Pshaw! pshaw! _Man._ But, madam, tell me, pray, what was't about this spark could take you? Was it the merit of his fashionable impudence; the briskness of his noise, the wit of his laugh, his judgment, or fancy in his garniture? or was it a well-trimmed glove, or the scent of it, that charmed you? _Nov._ Very well, sir: 'gad these sea captains make nothing of dressing. But let me tell you, sir, a man by his dress, as much as by anything, shows his wit and judgment; nay, and his courage too. _Free._ How, his courage, Mr. Novel?