Eliza. The truth of 'em, the naughty world would say now.
Enter Lettice hastily.
Let. O, madam! here is that gentleman coming up who now you say is my master.
Oliv. O, cousin! whither shall I run? protect me, or—[Olivia runs away, and stands at a distance.
Enter Vernish.
Ver. Nay, nay, come—
Oliv. O, sir, forgive me!
Ver. Yes, yes, I can forgive you being alone in the dark with a woman in man's clothes: but have a care of a man in woman's clothes.
Oliv. What does he mean? he dissembles only to get me into his power: or has my dear friend made him believe he was a woman? My husband may be deceived by him, but I'm sure I was not. [Aside.
Ver. Come, come, you need not have lain out of your house for this; but perhaps you were afraid, when I was warm with suspicions, you must have discovered who she was.—And, prithee, may I not know it?