Ver. Where is she? Darkness everywhere? [Softly.
Oliv. What! come before your time? My soul! my life! your haste has augmented your kindness; and let me thank you for it thus, and thus—[Embracing and kissing him.] And though, my soul, the little time since you left me has seemed an age to my impatience, sure it is yet but seven—
Ver. How! who's that you expected after seven?
Oliv. Ha! my husband returned! and have I been throwing away so many kind kisses on my husband, and wronged my lover already? [Aside.
Ver. Speak, I say, who was't you expected after seven?
Oliv. [Aside.] What shall I say?—oh—[Aloud.] Why 'tis but seven days, is it, dearest, since you went out of town? and I expected you not so soon.
Ver. No, sure, 'tis but five days since I left you.
Oliv. Pardon my impatience, dearest, I thought 'em seven at least.
Ver. Nay, then—
Oliv. But, my life, you shall never stay half so long from me again; you shan't indeed, by this kiss you shan't.