Mel. Your pleasure, lady.—Sir, I will wait on you immediately.
Cam. I am sent to you from a fair lady, who bears you no ill will. You may guess whom I mean.
Mel. Not by my own merits, but by knowing whom you serve. But, I confess, I wonder at her late strange usage, when she fled from me.
Cam. That was only a mistake; but I have now, by her command, been in a thousand places in quest of you.
Mel. You overjoy me.
Cam. And where, amongst the rest, do you think I have been looking you?
Mel. Pray refresh my memory.
Cam. In that same street, by the same shop—you know where, by a good token.
Mel. By what token?