Val. So eager, indeed!—I wish that cloud may yet withhold the moon, that this false woman may not discover me before I do her. [Aside.
Chris. Here no one can hear us, and I'm sure we cannot see one another.
Val. 'Sdeath! what have I giddily run myself upon? 'Tis rather a trial of myself than her;—I cannot undergo it. [Aside.
Chris. Come nearer, sir.
Val. Hell and vengeance! I cannot suffer it—I cannot. [Aside.
Chris. Come, come; yet nearer,—pray come nearer.
Val. It is impossible! I cannot hold! I must discover myself, rather than her infamy. [Aside.
Chris. You are conscious, it seems, of the wrong you have done me, and are ashamed, though in the dark. [Speaks, walking slowly.
Val. How's this! [Aside.
Chris. I'm glad to find it so; for all my business with you is, to show you your late mistakes, and force a confession from you of those unmannerly injuries you have done me.