Ran. One that would have used me better; whose love I have ungratefully abused for yours; yet from no other reason but my natural inconstancy.—[Aside.] Poor Lydia! Lydia!
Lyd. He muttered my name sure; and with a sigh. [Aside.
Ran. But as last night by following (as I thought) her, I found you, so this night, by following you in vain, I do resolve, if I can find her again, to keep her for ever.
Lyd. Now I am obliged, and brought into debt, by his inconstancy:—faith, now cannot I hold out any longer; I must discover myself. [Aside.
Ran. But, madam, because I intend to see you no more, I'll take my leave of you for good and all; since you will not speak, I'll try if you will squeak. [Goes to throw her down, she squeaks.
Lyd. Mr. Ranger! Mr. Ranger!
Vin. Fy! Fy! you need not ravish Christina sure, that loves you so.
Ran. Is it she! Lydia all this while!—how am I gulled! and Vincent in the plot too! [Aside.
Lyd. Now, false Ranger!
Ran. Now, false Christina too!—you thought I did not know you now, because I offered you such an unusual civility.