Lyd. You knew me!—I warrant you knew, too, that I was the Christina you followed out of the Park last night! that I was the Christina that writ the letter too!
Ran. Certainly, therefore I would have taken my revenge, you see, for your tricks.
Val. Is not this the same woman that took refuge in your house last night, madam? [To Christina.
Chris. The very same.
Val. What, Mr. Ranger, we have chopped, and changed, and hid our Christinas so long and often, that at last we have drawn each of us our own?
Ran. Mr. Valentine in England!—the truth on't is, you have juggled together, and drawn without my knowledge; but since she will have it so, she shall wear me for good and all now. [Goes to take her by the hand.
Lyd. Come not near me.
Ran. Nay, you need not be afraid I would ravish you, now I know you.
Lyd. And yet, Leonore, I think 'tis but justice to pardon the fault I made him commit? [Apart to Leonore, Ranger listens.