[_Reads._] "I cannot put up the injuries and affronts you did me last night;"--a challenge, upon my life! and by such a messenger!--"therefore conjure you by your honour, at eight o'clock precisely, this evening, to send your man to St. James's gate, to wait for me with a chair, to conduct me to what place you shall think most fit, for the giving of satisfaction to the injured--Christina." Christina! I am amazed! What is it o'clock, Dapperwit? _Dap._ It wants not half an hour of eight. _Ran._ [_To_ LEONORE.] Go then back, my pretty herald, and tell my fair enemy the service she designs my man is only fit for my friend here; whose faith and honour she may be secure of. He shall immediately go wait for her at St James's gate, whilst I go to prepare a place for our rencounter, and myself to die at her feet. [_Exit_ LEONORE.] Dapperwit, dear Dapperwit. _Dap._ What lucky surprisal's this? _Ran._ Prithee ask no questions, till I have more leisure and less astonishment. I know you will not deny to be an instrument in my happiness. _Dap._ No, let me perish! I take as much pleasure to bring lovers together as an old woman; or as a bankrupt gamester loves to look on, though he has no advantage by the play; or as a bully that fights not himself, yet takes pleasure to set people together by the ears, or as-- _Ran._ 'Sdeath! is this a time for similitudes? _Dap._ You have made me miscarry of a good thought now, let me perish! _Ran._ Go presently to St. James's gate, where you are to expect the coming of a lady ('tis Christina), accompanied by that woman you saw e'en now. She will permit you to put her into a chair, and then conduct her to my lodging; while I go before to remove some spies, and prepare it for her reception. _Dap._ Your lodging? had you not better carry her to Vincent's? 'tis hard by; and there a vizard mask has as free egress and regress as at the playhouse. _Ran._ Faith, though it be not very prudent, yet she shall come thither in my vindication; for he would not believe I had seen her last night. _Dap._ To have a fine woman, and not tell on't as you say, Mr. Ranger-- _Ran._ Go, and bring her to Vincent's lodging; there I'll expect you. [_Exeunt severally._ 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.