Ran. I must confess your anger has disguised you more than your mask: for I thought to have met a kinder Christina here.
Chris. [Aside.] Heavens! how could he know me in this place? he watched me hither sure; or is there any other of my name.—[Aloud.] That you may no longer mistake me for your Christina, I'll pull off that which soothes your error. [Pulls off her mask.
Ran. Take but t'other vizard off too, (I mean your anger,) and I'll swear you are the same, and only Christina which I wished, and thought, to meet here.
Chris. How could you think to meet me here?
Ran. [Gives her the letter.] By virtue of this your commission; which now, I see, was meant a real challenge: for you look as if you would fight with me.
Chris. The paper is a stranger to me; I never writ it. You are abused.
Vin. Christina is a person of honour, and will own what she has written, Ranger.
Ran. [Aside.] So! the comedy begins; I shall be laughed at sufficiently if I do not justify myself; I must set my impudence to hers. She is resolved to deny all, I see, and I have lost all hope of her.
Vin. Come, faith, Ranger—
Ran. You will deny too, madam, that I followed you last night from the Park to your lodging, where I staid with you till morning? you never saw me before, I warrant.