Ran. Rather that he should love no body’s Body besides my own; but my fortune is too good to trust the Rogue, my Money makes me an Infidel.
Chris. You think they all love you for that.
Ran. For that, ay, what else? if it were not for that, I might sit still and sigh, and cry out, a Miracle! a Miracle! at sight of a Man within my Doors.
Enter Maid.
Maid. Madam, here’s a young Gentleman without wou’d speak with you.
Sure. With me? sure thou’rt mistaken; is it not Friendly?
Maid. No, Madam, ’tis a Stranger.
Ran. ’Tis not Daring, that Rogue, is it?
Maid. No, Madam.
Ran. Is he handsome? does he look like a Gentleman?