Man. Do not you, sir, play the echo too, mock me, dally with my own words, and show yourself as impertinent as they are.
Free. Nay, captain—
Fid. Nay, lieutenant, do not excuse her; methinks she looks very kindly upon 'em both, and seems to be pleased with what that fool there says to her.
Man. You lie, sir! and hold your peace, that I may not be provoked to give you a worse reply.
Oliv. Manly returned, d'ye say! and is he safe?
Nov. My lord saw him too.—Hark you, my lord. [Whispers to Lord Plausible.
Man. She yet seems concerned for my safety, and perhaps they are admitted now here but for their news of me: for intelligence indeed is the common passport of nauseous fools, when they go their round of good tables and houses. [Aside.
Oliv. I heard of his fighting only, without particulars, and confess I always loved his brutal courage, because it made me hope it might rid me of his more brutal love.
Man. What's that? [Aside.
Oliv. But is he at last returned, d'ye say, unhurt?