Chris. And not see me yet! nay, not send to me!—'tis false, he is not come,—I wish he were not. I know not which I should take more unkindly from him, exposing his life to his revengeful enemies, or being almost four-and-twenty hours so near me, and not let me know't.
Isa. A lover's dangers are the only secrets kept from his mistress; he came not to you because he would not purchase his happiness with your fear and apprehensions.
Chris. Nay, he is come, I see, since you are come about again of his side.
Isa. Will you go in, madam, and disprove me, if you can? 'tis better than standing in the street.
Chris. We'll go a little further first, and return. [Exeunt.
SCENE V.—Vincent's Lodging.
Enter Vincent and Valentine.
Vin. I told you I had sent my man to Christina's this morning, to inquire of her maid, (who seldom denies him a secret,) if her lady had been at the Park last night; which she peremptorily answered to the contrary, and assured him she had not stirred out since your departure.
Val. Will not chambermaids lie, Vincent?
Vin. Will not Ranger lie, Valentine?