Eliza. Heyday! why, the man he found you with, for whom last night you were so much afraid; and who you told me—
Oliv. Lord, you rave sure!
Eliza. Why, did you not tell me last night—
Oliv. I know not what I might tell you last night, in a fright.
Eliza. Ay, what was that fright for? for a woman? besides, were you not afraid to see your husband just now? I warrant only for having been found with a woman! Nay, did you not just now, too, own your false step, or trip, as you called it? which was with a woman too! fy, this fooling is so insipid, 'tis offensive!
Oliv. And fooling with my honour will be more offensive. Did you not hear my husband say he found me with a woman in man's clothes? and d'ye think he does not know a man from a woman?
Eliza. Not so well, I'm sure, as you do; therefore I'd rather take your word.
Oliv. What, you grow scurrilous, and are, I find, more censorious than the world! I must have a care of you, I see.
Eliza. No, you need not fear yet, I'll keep your secret.
Oliv. My secret! I'd have you to know, I have no need of confidants, though you value yourself upon being a good one.