_Free._ I warrant thee, squire.--Well, widow, since thou art so generous, I will be generous too; and if you'll secure me four hundred pounds a year, but during your life, and pay my debts, not above a thousand pounds, I'll bate you your person, to dispose of as you please. _Wid._ Have a care, sir, a settlement without a consideration is void in law; you must do something for't. _Free._ Prithee, then let the settlement on me be called alimony; and the consideration, our separation. Come; my lawyer, with writings ready drawn, is within, and in haste. Come. _Wid._ But, what, no other kind of consideration, Mr. Freeman? Well, a widow, I see, is a kind of sinecure, by custom of which the unconscionable incumbent enjoys the profits, without any duty, but does that still elsewhere. [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV.--OLIVIA'S _Lodging._ _Enter_ OLIVIA _with a candle in her hand._ _Oliv._ So, I am now prepared once more for my timorous young lover's reception. My husband is gone; and go thou out too, thou next interrupter of love.--[_Puts out the candle._] Kind darkness, that frees us lovers from scandal and bashfulness, from the censure of our gallants and the world!--So, are you there? _Enter_ FIDELIA, _followed softly by_ MANLY. Come, my dear punctual lover, there is not such another in the world; thou hast beauty and youth to please a wife; address and wit, to amuse and fool a husband; nay, thou hast all things to be wished in a lover, but your fits. I hope, my dear, you won't have one to-night; and that you may not, I'll lock the door, though there be no need of it, but to lock out your fits: for my husband is just gone out of town again. Come, where are you? [_Goes to the door and locks it._ _Man._ Well, thou hast impudence enough to give me fits too, and make revenge itself impotent; hinder me from making thee yet more infamous, if it can be. [_Aside._ _Oliv._ Come, come, my soul, come. _Fid._ Presently, my dear, we have time enough sure. _Oliv._ How, time enough! True lovers can no more think they ever have time enough, than love enough. You shall stay with me all night; but that is but a lover's moment. Come. _Fid._ But won't you let me give you and myself the satisfaction of telling you how I abused your husband last night? _Oliv._ Not when you can give me, and yourself too, the satisfaction of abusing him again to-night. Come. _Fid._ Let me but tell you how your husband--