hat she may not
distinguish you from Mellefont. I'll urge haste to excuse your silence.

SAYGRACE. You have no more commands?

MASK. None: your text is short.

SAYGRACE. But pithy: and I will handle it with discretion.

MASK. It will be the first you have so served.

SCENE XIII.

LORD TOUCHWOOD, MASKWELL.

LORD TOUCH. Sure I was born to be controlled by those I should command.
My very slaves will shortly give me rules how I shall govern them.

MASK. I am concerned to see your lordship discomposed.

LORD TOUCH. Have you seen my wife lately, or disobliged her?

MASK. No, my lord. What can this mean? [_Aside_.]

LORD TOUCH. Then Mellefont has urged somebody to incense her. Something
she has heard of you which carries her beyond the bounds of patience.

MASK. This I feared. [_Aside_.] Did not your lordship tell her of the
honours you designed me?

LORD TOUCH. Yes.

MASK. 'Tis that; you know my lady has a high spirit; she thinks I am
unworthy.

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.

CARE. You are betrayed, and Maskwell is the villain I always thought
him.

CYNT. When you were gone, he said his mind was changed, and bid me meet
him in the chaplain's room, pretending immediately to foll