Val. What! I think she's honest; or does she know me?—sure she cannot. [Aside.
Chris. First, your intrusion, last night, into my lodging; which, I suppose, has begot your other gross mistakes.
Val. No, she takes me for Ranger, I see again. [Aside.
Chris. You are to know, then, (since needs you must,) it was not me you followed last night to my lodging from the Park, but some kinswoman of yours, it seems, whose fear of being discovered by you prevailed with me to personate her, while she withdrew, our habits and our statures being much alike; which I did with as much difficulty, as she used importunity to make me; and all this my Lady Flippant can witness, who was then with your cousin.
Val. I am glad to hear this. [Aside.
Chris. Now, what your claim to me, at Mr. Vincent's lodging, meant; the letter and promises you unworthily, or erroneously, laid to my charge, you must explain to me and others, or—
Val. How's this! I hope I shall discover no guilt but my own:—she would not speak in threats to a lover. [Aside.
Chris. Was it because you found me in Mr. Vincent's lodgings you took a liberty to use me like one of your common visitants? but know, I came no more to Mr. Vincent than you. Yet, I confess, my visit was intended to a man—a brave man, till you made him use a woman ill; worthy the love of a princess, till you made him censure mine; good as angels, till you made him unjust:—why, in the name of honour, would you do't?
Val. How happily am I disappointed!—poor injured Christina! [Aside.