I am bound by duty and gratitude, and
my own inclination, to be ever your lordship's servant.
LORD TOUCH. Enough. You are my friend; I know it. Yet there has
been a thing in your knowledge, which has concerned me nearly, that
you have concealed from me.
MASK. My lord!
LORD TOUCH. Nay, I excuse your friendship to my unnatural nephew
thus far. But I know you have been privy to his impious designs
upon my wife. This evening she has told me all. Her good nature
concealed it as long as was possible; but he perseveres so in
villainy, that she has told me even you were weary of dissuading
him, though you have once actually hindered him from forcing her.
MASK. I am sorry, my lord, I can't make you an answer; this is an
occasion in which I would not willing be silent.
LORD TOUCH. I know you would excuse him--and I know as well that
you can't.
MASK. Indeed I was in hopes it had been a youthful heat that might
have soon boiled over; but -
LORD TOUCH. Say on.
MASK. I have nothing more to say, my lord; but to express my
concern; for I think his frenzy increases daily.
LORD TOUCH. How! Give me but proof of it, ocular proof, that I may
justify my dealing with him to the world, and share my fortunes.
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