_Eliza._ That you deface the nudities of pictures, and little statues, only because they are not real.[124] _Oliv._ O, fy! fy! fy! hideous, hideous! Cousin, the obscenity of their censures makes me blush! _Eliza._ The truth of 'em, the naughty world would say now. _Enter_ LETTICE _hastily._ _Let._ O, madam! here is that gentleman coming up who now you say is my master. _Oliv._ O, cousin! whither shall I run? protect me, or--[OLIVIA _runs away, and stands at a distance._ _Enter_ VERNISH. _Ver._ Nay, nay, come-- _Oliv._ O, sir, forgive me! _Ver._ Yes, yes, I can forgive you being alone in the dark with a woman in man's clothes: but have a care of a man in woman's clothes. _Oliv._ What does he mean? he dissembles only to get me into his power: or has my dear friend made him believe he was a woman? My husband may be deceived by him, but I'm sure I was not. [_Aside._ _Ver._ Come, come, you need not have lain out of your house for this; but perhaps you were afraid, when I was warm with suspicions, you must have discovered who she was.--And, prithee, may I not know it? _Oliv._ She was!--[_Aside._] I hope he has been deceived: and since my lover has played the card, I must not renounce. _Ver._ Come, what's the matter with thee? If I must not know who she is, I'm satisfied without. Come hither. _Oliv._ Sure you do know her; she has told you herself, I suppose. _Ver._ No, I might have known her better but that I was interrupted by the goldsmith, you know, and was forced to lock her into your chamber, to keep her from his sight; but, when I returned, I found she was got away by tying the window-curtains to the balcony, by which she slid down into the street. For, you must know, I jested with her, and made her believe I'd ravish her; which she apprehended, it seems, in earnest. _Oliv._ And she got from you? _Ver._ Yes. _Oliv._ And is quite gone? _Ver._ Yes. _Oliv._ I'm glad on't--otherwise you had ravished her, sir? But how durst you go so far, as to make her believe you would ravish her? let me understand that, sir. What! there's guilt in your face, you blush too: nay, then you did ravish her, you did, you base fellow! What, ravish a woman in the first month of our marriage! 'tis a double injury to me, thou base, ungrateful man! wrong my bed already, villain! I could tear out those false eyes, barbarous, unworthy wretch! _Eliza._ So, so!-- _Ver._ Prithee hear, my dear. _Oliv._ I will never hear you, my plague, my torment! _Ver._ I swear--prithee, hear me. _Oliv._ I have heard already too many of your false oaths and vows, especially your last in the church. O wicked man! and wretched woman that I was! I wish I had then sunk down into a grave, rather than to have given you my hand, to be led to your loathsome bed. Oh--Oh--[_Pretends to weep._