Man. Stir not, yet fear nothing.
Fid. Nothing but your life, sir.
Man. We shall know this happy man she calls husband.
Re-enter Olivia.
Oliv. Oh, where are you? What, idle with fear? Come, I'll tie the curtains, if you will hold. Here take this cabinet and purse, for it is thine, if we escape;—[Manly takes them from her]—therefore let us make haste. [Exit.
Man. 'Tis mine indeed now again, and it shall never escape more from me, to you at least. [The door is broke open, enter Vernish with a dark-lantern and a sword, running at Manly, who draws, puts by the thrust, and defends himself, whilst Fidelia runs at Vernish behind.
Ver. So, there I'm right, sure—[In a low voice.
Man. [Softly.] Sword and dark-lantern, villain, are some odds; but—
Ver. Odds! I'm sure I find more odds than I expected. What, has my insatiable two seconds at once? but—[In a low voice.