Sorry for what? 'Death, you rack me with delay.
LADY TOUCH. Nay, no great matter, only--well, I have your promise.
Pho, why nothing, only your nephew had a mind to amuse himself
sometimes with a little gallantry towards me. Nay, I can't think he
meant anything seriously, but methought it looked oddly.
LORD TOUCH. Confusion and hell, what do I hear?
LADY TOUCH. Or, may be, he thought he was not enough akin to me,
upon your account, and had a mind to create a nearer relation on his
own; a lover you know, my lord. Ha, ha, ha. Well, but that's all.
Now you have it; well remember your promise, my lord, and don't take
any notice of it to him.
LORD TOUCH. No, no, no. Damnation!
LADY TOUCH. Nay, I swear you must not. A little harmless mirth;
only misplaced, that's all. But if it were more, 'tis over now, and
all's well. For my part I have forgot it, and so has he, I hope,--
for I have not heard anything from him these two days.
LORD TOUCH. These two days! Is it so fresh? Unnatural villain!
Death, I'll have him stripped and turned naked out of my doors this
moment, and let him rot and perish, incestuous brute!
LADY TOUCH.
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