_Oliv._ Nay, though not till morning, with all my heart. Go, dearest; I am impatient till you are gone.--[_Thrusts him out._] So, I have at once now brought about those two grateful businesses, which all prudent women do together, secured money and pleasure; and now all interruptions of the last are removed. Go, husband, and come up, friend; just the buckets in the well; the absence of one brings the other. But I hope, like them too, they will not meet in the way, jostle, and clash together. _Enter_ FIDELIA, _and_ MANLY _treading softly and staying behind at some distance._ So, are you come? (but not the husband-bucket, I hope, again.)--Who's there? my dearest? [_Softly._ _Fid._ My life-- _Oliv._ Right, right.--Where are thy lips? Here, take the dumb and best welcomes, kisses and embraces; 'tis not a time for idle words. In a duel of love, as in others, parleying shows basely. Come, we are alone; and now the word is only satisfaction, and defend not thyself. _Man._ How's this? Why, she makes love like a devil in a play; and in this darkness, which conceals her angel's face, if I were apt to be afraid, I should think her a devil. [_Aside._ _Oliv._ What, you traverse ground, young gentleman! [FIDELIA _avoiding her._ _Fid._ I take breath only. _Man._ Good Heavens! how was I deceived! [_Aside._ _Oliv._ Nay, you are a coward; what, are you afraid of the fierceness of my love? _Fid._ Yes, madam, lest its violence might presage its change; and I must needs be afraid you would leave me quickly, who could desert so brave a gentleman as Manly. _Oliv._ O, name not his name! for in a time of stolen joys, as this is, the filthy name of husband were not a more allaying sound. _Man._ There's some comfort yet. [_Aside._ _Fid._ But did you not love him? _Oliv._ Never. How could you think it? _Fid._ Because he thought it; who is a man of that sense, nice discerning, and diffidency, that I should think it hard to deceive him. _Oliv._ No; he that distrusts most the world, trusts most to himself, and is but the more easily deceived, because he thinks he can't be deceived. His cunning is like the coward's sword, by which he is oftener worsted than defended. _Fid._ Yet, sure, you used no common art to deceive him. _Oliv._ I knew he loved his own singular moroseness so well, as to dote upon any copy of it; wherefore I feigned a hatred to the world too that he might love me in earnest: but, if it had been hard to deceive him, I'm sure 'twere much harder to love him. A dogged, ill-mannered-- _Fid._ D'ye hear, sir? pray, hear her. [_Aside to_ MANLY. _Oliv._ Surly, untractable, snarling brute! He! a mastiff dog were as fit a thing to make a gallant of. _Man._ Ay, a goat, or monkey, were fitter for thee. [_Aside._ _Fid._ I must confess, for my part, though my rival, I cannot but say he has a manly handsomeness in's face and mien. _Oliv._ So has a Saracen in the sign. _Fid._ Is proper, and well made.