Chris. What do you say?
Ran. Though the night had been darker, my heart would not have suffered me to follow any one but you:—he has been too long acquainted with you to mistake you.
Lyd. What means this tenderness? he mistook me for her sure. [Aside.
Chris. What says the gentleman? did you know me then, sir?
Ran. [Aside.] Not I, the devil take me! but I must on now.—[Aloud.] Could you imagine, madam, by the innumerable crowd of your admirers, you had left any man free in the town, or ignorant of the power of your beauty?
Chris. I never saw your face before, that I remember.
Ran. Ah, madam! you would never regard your humblest slave; I was till now a modest lover.
Lyd. Falsest of men! [Aside.
Chris. My woman said, you came to seek a relation here, not a mistress.