Enter Manage groping.
Man. I left him here—what, by dark? Endimion, young, handsome Sir, where are you? Calls Olivia.
Geo. Do you hear that, Sir?
Man. Oh, are you here?— Runs against Olivia.
Oliv. ’Slife, ’tis Manage—how shall I escape?— Aside.
Man. Come, Sir, my Lady Mirtilla has dismiss’d her troublesome Lovers, for your more agreeable Company.
Geo. D’ye hear that, Sir?
Man. Come softly on, Sir, and follow me.
Oliv. I’m all Obedience—
She cannot ravish me, and that’s a Comfort. Aside, going out.