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._