Dap. Come, the devil will not lose a gamester: here's ready money for you, push freely.
Ran. Thou art as well met as if by assignation. [To Leonore.
Leo. And you are as well met as if you were the man I looked for.
Ran. Kind rogue!
Leo. Sweet sir!
Ran. Come, I am thy prisoner, (without more words,) show but thy warrant. [Goes to pull off her mask.
Leo. You mistake, sir; here is my pass. [Gives him the letter.
Ran. A letter! and directed to me!
[Reads.] "I cannot put up the injuries and affronts you did me last night;"—a challenge, upon my life! and by such a messenger!—"therefore conjure you by your honour, at eight o'clock precisely, this evening, to send your man to St. James's gate, to wait for me with a chair, to conduct me to what place you shall think most fit, for the giving of satisfaction to the injured—Christina."
Christina! I am amazed! What is it o'clock, Dapperwit?