Chris. You had best follow her that looked for you; and I'll go seek out him I came to see.—Mr. Vincent, pray let me in here.
Ran. 'Tis very fine! wondrous fine! [Christina goes out a little, and returns.
Chris. Oh! he is gone! Mr. Vincent, follow him; he were yet more severe to me in endangering his life, than in his censures against me. You know the power of his enemies is great as their malice;—just Heaven preserve him from them, and me from this ill or unlucky man! [Exeunt Christina, Isabel, and Vincent.
Ran. 'Tis well—nay, certainly, I shall never be master of my senses more: but why dost thou help to distract me too?
Dap. My astonishment was as great as yours to see her go away again; I would have stayed her if I could.
Ran. Yet again talking of a woman you met going out, when I talk of Christina!
Dap. I talk of Christina too.
Ran. She went out just now; the woman you found me with was she.
Dap. That was not the Christina I brought just now.