_Oliv._ O name not his, or Manly's more loathsome name, if you love me! I forbid 'em last night: and you know I mentioned my husband but once, and he came. No talking, pray, 'twas ominous to us.--[_A noise at the door._] You make me fancy a noise at the door already, but I'm resolved not to be interrupted. Where are you? Come, for rather than lose my dear expectation now, though my husband were at the door, and the bloody ruffian Manly here in the room, with all his awful insolence, I would give myself to this dear hand, to be led away to heavens of joys, which none but thou canst give.--[_The noise at the door increases._] But what's this noise at the door? So, I told you what talking would come to. Ha!--O Heavens, my husband's voice!--[_Listens at the door._ _Man._ [_Aside._] Freeman is come too soon. _Oliv._ O, 'tis he!--Then here's the happiest minute lost that ever bashful boy or trifling woman fooled away! I'm undone! my husband's reconcilement too was false, as my joy all delusion. But come this way, here's a back door.--[_Exit, and returns._] The officious jade has locked us in, instead of locking others out: but let us then escape your way, by the balcony; and whilst you pull down the curtains, I'll fetch from my closet what next will best secure our escape. I have left my key in the door, and 'twill not suddenly be broken open. [_Exit._ [_A noise as if people were forcing the door._ _Man._ Stir not, yet fear nothing. _Fid._ Nothing but your life, sir. _Man._ We shall know this happy man she calls husband. _Re-enter_ OLIVIA. _Oliv._ Oh, where are you? What, idle with fear? Come, I'll tie the curtains, if you will hold. Here take this cabinet and purse, for it is thine, if we escape;--[MANLY _takes them from her_]--therefore let us make haste. [_Exit._ _Man._ 'Tis mine indeed now again, and it shall never escape more from me, to you at least. [_The door is broke open, enter_ VERNISH _with a dark-lantern and a sword, running at_ MANLY, _who draws, puts by the thrust, and defends himself, whilst_ FIDELIA _runs at_ VERNISH _behind._ _Ver._ So, there I'm right, sure--[_In a low voice._ _Man._ [_Softly._] Sword and dark-lantern, villain, are some odds; but-- _Ver._ Odds! I'm sure I find more odds than I expected. What, has my insatiable two seconds at once? but--[_In a low voice._ [_Whilst they fight_, OLIVIA _re-enters, tying two curtains together._ _Oliv._ Where are you now?--What, is he entered then, and are they fighting? O do not kill one that can make no defence!--[MANLY _throws_ VERNISH _down and disarms him._] How! but I think he has the better on't. Here's his scarf, 'tis he. So, keep him down still: I hope thou hast no hurt, my dearest? [_Embracing_ MANLY. _Enter_ FREEMAN, Lord PLAUSIBLE, NOVEL, JERRY BLACKACRE, _and_ Widow BLACKACRE, _lighted by the two_ Sailors _with torches._