Ran. Is she not a young lady scarce eighteen, of extraordinary beauty, her stature next to low, and in mourning?
Val. What is this? [Aside.
Vin. She is; but if you saw her, you broke in at window.
Ran. I chased her home from the Park, indeed, taking her for another lady who had some claim to my heart, till she showed a better title to't.
Vin. Hah! hah! hah!
Val. Was she at the Park, then? and have I a new rival? [Aside.
Vin. From the Park did you follow her, do you say?—I knew you were mistaken.
Ran. I tell you I am not.
Vin. If you are sure it was that house, it might be perhaps her woman stolen to the Park, unknown to her lady.
Ran. My acquaintance does usually begin with the maid first, but now 'twas with the mistress, I assure you.