Ran. [Aside.] But I lose time; I should lay a little parson in ambush, that lives hard by, in case Christina should be impatient to be revenged of her friends, as it often happens with a discontented heiress. Women, like old soldiers, more nimbly execute than they resolve. [Going out.
Vin. What now! you will not disappoint a woman of Christina's quality?
Ran. I'll be here before she comes, I warrant you. [Exit.
Vin. I do believe you truly!—What think you, Valentine?
Val. [Coming forward.] I think, since she has the courage to challenge him, she'll have the honour of being first in the field.
Vin. Fy, your opinion of her must be as bad, as Ranger's of himself is good, to think she would write to him. I long till his bona-roba[48] comes, that you may be both disabused.
Val. And I have not patience to stay her coming, lest you should be disabused.
Enter Christina and Isabel.
Vin. Here she is, i'faith; I'm glad she's come.
Val. And I'm sorry. But I will to my post again, lest she should say she came to me. [Retires as before.