_Ver._ Ay, I'll meet with you, I warrant; but it shall be at Olivia's. Sure, it cannot be: she denies it so calmly, and with that honest modest assurance, it cannot be true--and he does not use to lie--but belying a woman when she won't be kind, is the only lie a brave man will least scruple. But then the woman in man's clothes, whom he calls a man--well, but by her breasts I know her to be a woman--but then again, his appointment from her, to meet him again to-night! I am distracted more with doubt than jealousy. Well, I have no way to disabuse or revenge myself, but by going home immediately, putting on a riding-suit, and pretending to my wife the same business which carried me out of town last, requires me again to go post to Oxford to-night. Then, if the appointment he boasts of be true, it's sure to hold, and I shall have an opportunity either of clearing her, or revenging myself on both. Perhaps she is his wench, of an old date, and I am his cully, whilst I think him mine; and he has seemed to make his wench rich, only that I might take her off his hands. Or if he has but lately lain with her, he must needs discover by her my treachery to him; which I'm sure he will revenge with my death, and which I must prevent with his, if it were only but for fear of his too just reproaches; for I must confess, I never had till now any excuse but that of interest, for doing ill to him. [_Exit._ _Re-enter_ MANLY _and_ FREEMAN. _Man._ Come hither; only, I say, be sure you mistake not the time. You know the house exactly where Olivia lodges, 'tis just hard by. _Free._ Yes, yes. _Man._ Well then, bring 'em all, I say, thither, and all you know that may be then in the house; for the more witnesses I have of her infamy, the greater will be my revenge: and be sure you come straight up to her chamber without more ado. Here, take the watch; you see 'tis above a quarter past seven; be there in half an hour exactly. _Free._ You need not doubt my diligence or dexterity; I am an old scourer, and can naturally beat up a wench's quarters that won't be civil. Shan't we break her windows too? _Man._ No, no; be punctual only. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III.--_A Room in the same._ _Enter_ Widow BLACKACRE, _and two_ Knights of the Post,[126] _a_ Waiter _following with wine._ _Wid._ Sweetheart, are you sure the door was shut close, that none of those roysters saw us come in? _Wait._ Yes, mistress; and you shall have a privater room above, instantly. [_Exit._ _Wid._ You are safe enough, gentlemen; for I have been private in this house ere now, upon other occasions, when I was something younger. Come, gentlemen; in short, I leave my business to your care and fidelity: and so here's to you. _1st Knight._ We are ungrateful rogues if we should not be honest to you; for we have had a great deal of your money. _Wid._ And you have done me many a good job for't; and so, here's to you again.