Ran. I am like the winning gamester, so pleased with my luck, I will not quarrel with any who calls me a fool for't.
Vin. Is this the style of a woman of honour?
Ran. It may be, for ought you know; I'm sure 'tis well if your female correspondents can read.
Vin. I must confess I have none of the little letters, half name or title, like your Spanish Epistles Dedicatory; but that a man so frequent in honourable intrigues as you are, should not know the summons of an impudent common woman, from that of a person of honour!
Ran. Christina is so much a person of honour she'll own what she has writ when she comes.
Vin. But will she come hither indeed?
Ran. Immediately. You'll excuse my liberty with you; I could not conceal such a happiness from such a friend as you, lest you should have taken it unkindly.
Vin. Faith, you have obliged me indeed; for you and others would often have made me believe your honourable intrigues, but never did me the honour to convince me of 'em before.
Ran. You are merry, I find, yet.
Vin. When you are happy I cannot be otherwise.