LORD TOUCH. Unworthy! 'Tis an ignorant pride in her to think so.
Honesty to me is true nobility. However, 'tis my will it shall be
so, and that should be convincing to her as much as reason. By
Heaven, I'll not be wife-ridden; were it possible, it should be done
this night.
MASK. By Heaven, he meets my wishes! [Aside.] Few things are
impossible to willing minds.
LORD TOUCH. Instruct me how this may be done, you shall see I want
no inclination.
MASK. I had laid a small design for to-morrow (as love will be
inventing) which I thought to communicate to your lordship. But it
may be as well done to-night.
LORD TOUCH. Here's company. Come this way and tell me.
SCENE XIV.
CARELESS and CYNTHIA.
CARE. Is not that he now gone out with my lord?
CYNT. Yes.
CARE. By heaven, there's treachery. The confusion that I saw your
father in, my Lady Touchwood's passion, with what imperfectly I
overheard between my lord and her, confirm me in my fears. Where's
Mellefont?
CYNT. Here he comes.
SCENE XV.
[To them] MELLEFONT.
CYNT. Did Maskwell tell you anything of the chaplain's chamber?
MEL. No. My dear, will you get ready? The things are all in my
chamber; I want nothing but the habit.
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