And fooling with my honour will be more offensive....
ELIZA.
Ô admirable confidence!....
OLIVIA.
Confidence, to me! To me such language! Nay, then I'll never see your face again.... Lettice, where are you? Let us be gone from this censorious ill woman.
ELIZA.
One word first, pray, madam. Can you swear that whom your husband found you with....
OLIVIA.
Swear! Ay, that whosoever 'twas that stole up, unknown, into my room, when 'twas dark, I know not, whether man or woman, by heavens, by all that's good; or, may I never more have joys here, or the other world. Nay, may I eternally....
ELIZA.