SCENE III.--_The Street before_ CHRISTINA'S _Lodging.

_Enter_ RANGER _and_ DAPPERWIT.

_Dap._ I was a faithful sentinel: nobody came out, let me perish!

_Ran._ No, no, I hunted upon a wrong scent; I thought I had followed a woman, but found her an angel.

_Dap._ What is her name?

_Ran._ That you must tell me. What very fine woman is there lives hereabouts?

_Dap._ Faith, I know not any. She is, I warrant you, some fine woman of a term's standing or so in the town; such as seldom appear in public, but in their balconies, where they stand so constantly, one would think they had hired no other part of the house.

_Ran._ And look like the pictures which painters expose to draw in customers;--but I must know who she is. Vincent's lodging is hard by, I'll go and inquire of him, and lie with him to-night: but if he will not let me, I'll lie with you, for my lodging is too far off.

_Dap._ Then I will go before, and expect you at mine. [_Exeunt._