Vin. [Aside.] By heavens, Christina herself! 'tis she! [Christina pulls off her mask.
Val. 'Tis she:—cursed be these eyes! more cursed than when they first betrayed me to that false bewitching face. [Aside.
Chris. You may wonder, sir, to see me here—
Vin. I must confess I do.
Chris. But the confidence your friend has in you is the cause of mine; and yet some blushes it does cost me to come to seek a man.
Val. Modest creature! [Aside.
Vin. How am I deceived! [Aside.
Chris. Where is he, sir? why does he not appear, to keep me in countenance? pray call him, sir; 'tis something hard if he should know I'm here.
Vin. I hardly can myself believe you are here, madam.
Chris. If my visit be troublesome or unseasonable, 'tis your friend's fault; I designed it not to you, sir. Pray call him out, that he may excuse it, and take it on himself, together with my shame.