Vin. How impatient she is! [Aside.
Chris. Or do you delay the happiness I ask, to make it more welcome? I have stayed too long for it already, and cannot more desire it. Dear sir, call him out. Where is he? above, or here within? I'll snatch the favour which you will not give.—[Goes to the door and discovers Valentine.] What! Do you hide yourself for shame?
Val. [Coming forward.] I must confess I do.
Chris. To see me come hither—
Val. I acknowledge it. [Valentine offers to go out.
Chris. Before you came to me? But whither do you go? come, I can forgive you.
Val. But I cannot forgive you.
Chris. Whither do you go? you need not forge a quarrel to prevent mine to you: nor need you try if I would follow you, you know I will;—I have, you see.
Val. That impudence should look so like innocence! [Aside.