_Ran._ [_To_ LYDIA.] Still mocked! still abused! did you not bid me follow you where we might not be disturbed or overheard?--and now not allow me a word! _Vin._ Did you hear him? [_Apart to_ VALENTINE. _Val._ Yes, yes, peace. [_Apart to_ VINCENT. _Ran._ Disowning your letter and me at Mr. Vincent's lodging, declaring you came to meet another there, and not me, with a great deal of such affronting unkindness, might be reasonable enough, because you would not entrust Vincent with our love; but now, when nobody sees us nor hears us, why this unseasonable shyness? _Lyd._ It seems she did not expect him there, but had appointed to meet another:--I wish it were so. [_Aside._ _Ran._ I have not patience!--do you design thus to revenge my intrusion into your lodging last night? sure if you had then been displeased with my company, you would not have invited yourself to't again by a letter? or is this a punishment for bringing you to a house so near your own, where, it seems, you were known too? I do confess it was a fault; but make me suffer any penance but your silence, because it is the certain mark of a mistress's lasting displeasure. _Lyd._ My--is not yet come. [_Aside._ _Ran._ Not yet a word! you did not use me so unkindly last night, when you chid me out of your house, and with indignation bid me begone. Now, you bid me follow you, and yet will have nothing to say to me; and I am more deceived this day and night than I was last night;--when, I must confess, I followed you for another-- _Lyd._ I'm glad to hear that. [_Aside._ _Ran._ One that would have used me better; whose love I have ungratefully abused for yours; yet from no other reason but my natural inconstancy.--[_Aside._] Poor Lydia! Lydia! _Lyd._ He muttered my name sure; and with a sigh. [_Aside._ _Ran._ But as last night by following (as I thought) her, I found you, so this night, by following you in vain, I do resolve, if I can find her again, to keep her for ever. _Lyd._ Now I am obliged, and brought into debt, by his inconstancy:--faith, now cannot I hold out any longer; I must discover myself. [_Aside._ _Ran._ But, madam, because I intend to see you no more, I'll take my leave of you for good and all; since you will not speak, I'll try if you will squeak. [_Goes to throw her down, she squeaks._ _Lyd._ Mr. Ranger! Mr. Ranger! _Vin._ Fy! Fy! you need not ravish Christina sure, that loves you so. _Ran._ Is it she! Lydia all this while!--how am I gulled! and Vincent in the plot too! [_Aside._ _Lyd._ Now, false Ranger! _Ran._ Now, false Christina too!--you thought I did not know you now, because I offered you such an unusual civility. _Lyd._ You knew me!--I warrant you knew, too, that I was the Christina you followed out of the Park last night! that I was the Christina that writ the letter too! _Ran._ Certainly, therefore I would have taken my revenge, you see, for your tricks.