Enter Lettice.
Oliv. Get the ombre-cards ready in the next room, Lettice, and—[Whispers to Lettice, who goes out.
Free. Bravely resolved, captain!
Fid. And you'll be sure to keep your word, I hope, sir?
Man. I hope so too.
Fid. Do you but hope it, sir? If you are not as good as your word, 'twill be the first time you ever bragged, sure.
Man. She has restored my reason with my heart.
Free. But now you talk of restoring, captain, there are other things, which next to one's heart one would not part with; I mean your jewels and money, which it seems she has, sir.
Man. What's that to you, sir?