_Man._ Why, you impudent, pitiful wretches, you presume sure upon your effeminacy to urge me; for you are in all things so like women, that you may think it in me a kind of cowardice to beat you. _Oliv._ No hectoring, good captain. _Man._ Or, perhaps, you think this lady's presence secures you; but have a care, she has talked herself out of all the respect I had for her; and by using me ill before you, has given me a privilege of using you so before her; but if you would preserve your respect to her, and not be beaten before her, go, begone immediately. _Nov._ Begone! what? _L. Plau._ Nay, worthy, noble, generous, captain-- _Man._ Begone, I say! _Nov._ Begone again! to us begone! _Man._ No chattering, baboons, instantly begone, or--[_Puts them out of the room:_ NOVEL _struts,_ Lord PLAUSIBLE _cringes._ _Nov._ Well, madam, we'll go make the cards ready in your bedchamber: sure you will not stay long with him. [_Exeunt_ Lord PLAUSIBLE _and_ NOVEL. _Oliv._ Turn hither your rage, good captain Swaggerhuff, and be saucy with your mistress, like a true captain; but be civil to your rivals and betters, and do not threaten anything but me here; no, not so much as my windows; nor do not think yourself in the lodgings of one of your suburb mistresses beyond the Tower. _Man._ Do not give me cause to think so; for those less infamous women part with their lovers, just as you did from me, with unforced vows of constancy and floods of willing tears; but the same winds bear away their lovers and their vows: and for their grief, if the credulous unexpected fools return, they find new comforters, fresh cullies, such as I found here. The mercenary love of those women too suffers shipwreck with their gallants' fortunes; now you have heard chance has used me scurvily, therefore you do too. Well, persevere in your ingratitude, falsehood, and disdain; have constancy in something, and I promise you to be as just to your real scorn as I was to your feigned love; and henceforward will despise, contemn, hate, loathe, and detest you most faithfully. _Enter_ LETTICE. _Oliv._ Get the ombre-cards ready in the next room, Lettice, and--[_Whispers to_ LETTICE, _who goes out._ _Free._ Bravely resolved, captain! _Fid._ And you'll be sure to keep your word, I hope, sir? _Man._ I hope so too. _Fid._ Do you but hope it, sir? If you are not as good as your word, 'twill be the first time you ever bragged, sure. _Man._ She has restored my reason with my heart. _Free._ But now you talk of restoring, captain, there are other things, which next to one's heart one would not part with; I mean your jewels and money, which it seems she has, sir. _Man._ What's that to you, sir? _Free._ Pardon me, whatsoever is yours I have a share in't I'm sure, which I will not lose for asking, though you may be too generous or too angry now to do't yourself. _Fid._ Nay, then I'll make bold to make my claim too. [_Both going towards_ OLIVIA.