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MASK。 Ha； ha； ha！
LADY TOUCH。 Ha！ Do you mock my rage？ Then this shall punish your
fond； rash contempt。 Again smile！ ＇Goes to strike。＇ And such a
smile as speaks in ambiguity！ Ten thousand meanings lurk in each
corner of that various face。
Oh！ that they were written in thy heart；
That I； with this； might lay thee open to my sight！
But then 'twill be too late to know …
Thou hast； thou hast found the only way to turn my rage。 Too well
thou knowest my jealous soul could never bear uncertainty。 Speak；
then； and tell me。 Yet are you silent。 Oh； I am wildered in all
passions。 But thus my anger melts。 ＇Weeps。＇ Here； take this
poniard； for my very spirits faint； and I want strength to hold it；
thou hast disarmed my soul。 ＇Gives the dagger。＇
LORD TOUCH。 Amazement shakes me。 Where will this end？
MASK。 So； 'tis welllet your wild fury have a vent； and when you
have temper； tell me。
LADY TOUCH。 Now； now； now I am calm and can hear you。
MASK。 ＇Aside。＇ Thanks； my invention； and now I have it for you。
First； tell me what urged you to this violence： for your passion
broke in such imperfect terms； that yet I am to learn the cause。
LADY TOUCH。 My lord himself surprised me with the news you were to
marry Cynthia； that you had owned our love to him； and his
indulgence would assist you to attain your ends。
CYNT。 How； my lord？
LORD TOUCH。 Pray forbear all resentments for a while； and let us
hear the rest。
MASK。 I grant you in appearance all is true； I seemed consenting to
my lordnay； transported with the blessing。 But could you think
that I； who had been happy in your loved embraces； could e'er be
fond of an inferior slavery？
LORD TOUCH。 Ha！ Oh； poison to my ears！ What do I hear？
CYNT。 Nay； good my lord； forbear resentment； let us hear it out。
LORD TOUCH。 Yes； I will contain； though I could burst。
MASK。 I； that had wantoned in the rich circle of your world of
love； could be confined within the puny province of a girl？ No。
Yet though I dote on each last favour more than all the rest； though
I would give a limb for every look you cheaply throw away on any
other object of your love： yet so far I prize your pleasures o'er
my own； that all this seeming plot that I have laid has been to
gratify your taste and cheat the world； to prove a faithful rogue to
you。
LADY TOUCH。 If this were true。 But how can it be？
MASK。 I have so contrived that Mellefont will presently； in the
chaplain's habit； wait for Cynthia in your dressing…room； but I have
put the change upon her； that she may be other where employed。 Do
you procure her night…gown； and with your hoods tied over your face；
meet him in her stead。 You may go privately by the back stairs；
and； unperceived； there you may propose to reinstate him in his
uncle's favour； if he'll comply with your desireshis case is
desperate； and I believe he'll yield to any conditions。 If not
here； take this； you may employ it better than in the heart of one
who is nothing when not yours。 ＇Gives the dagger。＇
LADY TOUCH。 Thou can'st deceive everybody。 Nay； thou hast deceived
me； but 'tis as I would wish。 Trusty villain！ I could worship
thee。
MASK。 No more； it wants but a few minutes of the time； and
Mellefont's love will carry him there before his hour。
LADY TOUCH。 I go； I fly； incomparable Maskwell！
SCENE XVIII。
MASKWELL； CYNTHIA； LORD TOUCHWOOD。
MASK。 So； this was a pinch indeed； my invention was upon the rack；
and made discovery of her last plot。 I hope Cynthia and my chaplain
will be ready； I'll prepare for the expedition。
SCENE XIX。
CYNTHIA and LORD TOUCHWOOD。
CYNT。 Now； my lord？
LORD TOUCH。 Astonishment binds up my rage！ Villainy upon villainy！
Heavens； what a long track of dark deceit has this discovered！ I am
confounded when I look back； and want a clue to guide me through the
various mazes of unheard…of treachery。 My wife！ Damnation！ My
hell！
CYNT。 My lord； have patience； and be sensible how great our
happiness is； that this discovery was not made too late。
LORD TOUCH。 I thank you； yet it may be still too late； if we don't
presently prevent the execution of their plots；ha； I'll do't。
Where's Mellefont； my poor injured nephew？ How shall I make him
ample satisfaction？
CYNT。 I dare answer for him。
LORD TOUCH。 I do him fresh wrong to question his forgiveness； for I
know him to be all goodness。 Yet my wife！ Damn her：… she'll think
to meet him in that dressing…room。 Was't not so？ And Maskwell will
expect you in the chaplain's chamber。 For once； I'll add my plot
too：… let us haste to find out； and inform my nephew； and do you；
quickly as you can； bring all the company into this gallery。 I'll
expose the strumpet； and the villain。
SCENE XX。
LORD FROTH and SIR PAUL。
LORD FROTH。 By heavens； I have slept an age。 Sir Paul； what
o'clock is't？ Past eight； on my conscience； my lady's is the most
inviting couch； and a slumber there is the prettiest amusement！ But
where's all the company？
SIR PAUL。 The company； gads…bud； I don't know； my lord； but here's
the strangest revolution； all turned topsy turvy； as I hope for
providence。
LORD FROTH。 O heavens； what's the matter？ Where's my wife？
SIR PAUL。 All turned topsy turvy as sure as a gun。
LORD FROTH。 How do you mean？ My wife？
SIR PAUL。 The strangest posture of affairs！
LORD FROTH。 What； my wife？
SIR PAUL。 No； no； I mean the family。 Your lady's affairs may be in
a very good posture； I saw her go into the garden with Mr。 Brisk。
LORD FROTH。 How？ Where； when； what to do？
SIR PAUL。 I suppose they have been laying their heads together。
LORD FROTH。 How？
SIR PAUL。 Nay； only about poetry； I suppose； my lord； making
couplets。
LORD FROTH。 Couplets。
SIR PAUL。 Oh； here they come。
SCENE XXI。
＇To them＇ LADY FROTH； BRISK。
BRISK。 My lord； your humble servant； Sir Paul； yours；the finest
night！
LADY FROTH。 My dear； Mr。 Brisk and I have been star…gazing； I don't
know how long。
SIR PAUL。 Does it not tire your ladyship？ Are not you weary with
looking up？
LADY FROTH。 Oh； no； I love it violently。 My dear； you're
melancholy。
LORD FROTH。 No； my dear； I'm but just awake。
LADY FROTH。 Snuff some of my spirit of hartshorn。
LORD FROTH。 I've some of my own； thank you； dear。
LADY FROTH。 Well； I swear； Mr。 Brisk； you understood astronomy like
an old Egyptian。
BRISK。 Not comparably to your ladyship； you are the very Cynthia of
the skies； and queen of stars。
LADY FROTH。 That's because I have no light but what's by reflection
from you； who are the sun。
BRISK。 Madam； you have eclipsed me quite； let me perish。 I can't
answer that。
LADY FROTH。 No matter。 Hark 'ee； shall y