Fid. Not I, sir.
Man. No disputing, sir, you must; 'tis necessary to my design of coming again to-morrow night.
Fid. What, can you come again then hither?
Man. Yes; and you must make the appointment, and an apology for your leaving her so soon; for I have said not a word to her; but have kept your counsel, as I expect you should do mine. Do this faithfully, and I promise you here, you shall run my fortune still, and we will never part as long as we live; but if you do not do it, expect not to live.
Fid. 'Tis hard, sir; but such a consideration will make it easier. You won't forget your promise, sir?
Man. No, by Heavens! But I hear her coming. [Exit.
Re-enter Olivia.
Oliv. Where is my life? Run from me already! You do not love me, dearest; nay, you are angry with me, for you would not so much as speak a kind word to me within: what was the reason?
Fid. I was transported too much.