How, how? Thou dear, thou precious villain, how?
MASK. You have already been tampering with my Lady Plyant.
LADY TOUCH. I have: she is ready for any impression I think fit.
MASK. She must be throughly persuaded that Mellefont loves her.
LADY TOUCH. She is so credulous that way naturally, and likes him
so well, that she will believe it faster than I can persuade her.
But I don't see what you can propose from such a trifling design,
for her first conversing with Mellefont will convince her of the
contrary.
MASK. I know it. I don't depend upon it. But it will prepare
something else, and gain us leisure to lay a stronger plot. If I
gain a little time, I shall not want contrivance.
One minute gives invention to destroy,
What to rebuild will a whole age employ.
ACT II.--SCENE I.
LADY FROTH and CYNTHIA.
CYNT. Indeed, madam! Is it possible your ladyship could have been
so much in love?
LADY FROTH. I could not sleep; I did not sleep one wink for three
weeks together.
CYNT. Prodigious! I wonder want of sleep, and so much love and so
much wit as your ladyship has, did not turn your brain.
LADY FROTH. Oh, my dear Cynthia, you must not rally your friend.
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