Scene IV The Street Before Vincent’s Lodging
Enter Christina and Isabel.
Isa. This is the door, madam; here Mr. Vincent lodges.
Chris. ’Tis no matter, we will pass it by; lest the people of our lodgings should watch us. But if he should not be here now!
Isa. Who, Mr. Valentine, madam? I warrant you my intelligencer dares not fail me.
Chris. Did he come last night, said he?
Isa. Last night late.
Chris. And not see me yet! nay, not send to me!—’tis false, he is not come,—I wish he were not. I know not which I should take more unkindly from him, exposing his life to his revengeful enemies, or being almost four-and-twenty hours so near me, and not let me know’t.
Isa. A lover’s dangers are the only secrets kept from his mistress; he came not to you because he would not purchase his happiness with your fear and apprehensions.
Chris. Nay, he is come, I see, since you are come about again of his side.
Isa. Will you go in, madam, and disprove me, if you can? ’tis better than standing in the street.
Chris. We’ll go a little further first, and return. [Exeunt.