Oliv. She was!—[Aside.] I hope he has been deceived: and since my lover has played the card, I must not renounce.
Ver. Come, what's the matter with thee? If I must not know who she is, I'm satisfied without. Come hither.
Oliv. Sure you do know her; she has told you herself, I suppose.
Ver. No, I might have known her better but that I was interrupted by the goldsmith, you know, and was forced to lock her into your chamber, to keep her from his sight; but, when I returned, I found she was got away by tying the window-curtains to the balcony, by which she slid down into the street. For, you must know, I jested with her, and made her believe I'd ravish her; which she apprehended, it seems, in earnest.
Oliv. And she got from you?
Ver. Yes.
Oliv. And is quite gone?
Ver. Yes.
Oliv. I'm glad on't—otherwise you had ravished her, sir? But how durst you go so far, as to make her believe you would ravish her? let me understand that, sir. What! there's guilt in your face, you blush too: nay, then you did ravish her, you did, you base fellow! What, ravish a woman in the first month of our marriage! 'tis a double injury to me, thou base, ungrateful man! wrong my bed already, villain! I could tear out those false eyes, barbarous, unworthy wretch!
Eliza. So, so!—