_L. Plau._ Well, sir, you may please to be merry; but, to put you out of all doubt, sir, she has received some jewels from me of value. _Nov._ And presents from me; besides what I presented her jauntily, by way of ombre, of three or four hundred pounds value, which I'm sure are the earnest-pence for our love-bargain. _L. Plau._ Nay, then, sir, with your favour, and to make an end of all your hopes, look you there, sir, she has writ to me-- _Nov._ How! how! well, well, and so she has to me; look you there--[_They deliver to each other their letters._ _L. Plau._ What's here? _Nov._ How's this? [_Reads out._]--"My dear lord,--You'll excuse me for breaking my word with you, since 'twas to oblige, not offend you; for I am only gone abroad but to disappoint Novel, and meet you in the drawing-room; where I expect you with as much impatience as when I used to suffer Novel's visits--the most impertinent fop that ever affected the name of a wit, therefore not capable, I hope, to give you jealousy; for, for your sake alone, you saw I renounced an old lover, and will do all the world. Burn the letter, but lay up the kindness of it in your heart, with your--Olivia." Very fine! but pray let's see mine. _L. Plau._ I understand it not; but sure she cannot think so of me. _Nov._ [_Reads the other letter._] Hum! ha!--"meet--for your sake"--hum--"quitted an old lover--world--burn--in your heart--with your--Olivia." Just the same, the names only altered. _L. Plau._ Surely there must be some mistake, or somebody has abused her and us. _Nov._ Yes, you are abused, no doubt on't, my lord; but I'll to Whitehall, and see. _L. Plau._ And I, where I shall find you are abused. _Nov._ Where, if it be so, for our comfort, we cannot fail of meeting with fellow-sufferers enough; for, as Freeman said of another, she stands in the drawing room, like the glass, ready for all comers, to set their gallantry by her: and, like the glass too, lets no man go from her unsatisfied with himself. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ OLIVIA _and_ Boy. _Oliv._ Both here, and just gone? _Boy._ Yes, madam. _Oliv._ But are you sure neither saw you deliver the other a letter? _Boy._ Yes, yes, madam, I am very sure. _Oliv._ Go then to the Old Exchange, to Westminster, Holborn, and all the other places I told you of; I shall not need you these two hours: begone, and take the candle with you, and be sure you leave word again below, I am gone out, to all that ask. _Boy._ Yes, madam. [_Exit._ _Oliv._ And my new lover will not ask, I'm sure; he has his lesson, and cannot miss me here, though in the dark: which I have purposely designed, as a remedy against my blushing gallant's modesty; for young lovers, like game-cocks, are made bolder by being kept without light. _Enter_ VERNISH, _as from a journey._ _Ver._ Where is she? Darkness everywhere? [_Softly._