Chris. Good night, for as long as I live. [Exit Ranger.
Lyd. And good night to my love, I'm sure. [Aside.
Chris. Though I have done you an inconsiderable service, I assure you, madam, you are not a little obliged to me.—[Aside.] Pardon me, dear Valentine!
Lyd. I know not yet whether I am more obliged than injured: when I do, I assure you, madam, I shall not be insensible of either.
Chris. I fear, madam, you are as liable to mistakes as your kinsman.
Lyd. I fear I am more subject to 'em: it may be for want of sleep, therefore I'll go home.
Chris. My Lady Flippant, good night.
L. Flip. Good night, or rather good morrow, faithful shepherdess.
Chris. I'll wait on you down.
Lyd. Your coach stays yet, I hope.