! Yes, we are both indebted to him, if
you knew all. Villain! Oh, I am wild with this surprise of treachery:
it is impossible, it cannot be. He love Cynthia! What, have I been bawd
to his designs, his property only, a baiting place? Now I see what made
him false to Mellefont. Shame and distraction! I cannot bear it, oh!
what woman can bear to be a property? To be kindled to a flame, only to
light him to another's arms; oh! that I were fire indeed that I might
burn the vile traitor. What shall I do? How shall I think? I cannot
think. All my designs are lost, my love unsated, my revenge unfinished,
and fresh cause of fury from unthought of plagues.

SCENE VIII.

[_To her_] SIR PAUL.

SIR PAUL. Madam, sister, my lady sister, did you see my lady my wife?

LADY TOUCH. Oh! Torture!

SIR PAUL. Gads-bud, I can't find her high nor low; where can she be,
think you?

LADY TOUCH. Where she's serving you, as all your sex ought to be served,
making you a beast. Don't you know you're a fool, brother?

SIR PAUL. A fool; he, he, he, you're merry. No, no, not I, I know no
such matter.

LADY TOUCH. Why, then, you don't know half your happiness.

SIR PAUL. That's a jest with all my heart, faith and troth. But harkee,
my lord told me something of a revolution of things; I don't know what to
make on't. Gads-bud, I must consult my wife:--he talks of disinheriting
his nephew, and I don't know what. Look you, sister, I must know what my
girl has to trust to, or not a syllable of a wedding, gads-bud!--to show
you that I am not a fool.

LADY TOUCH. Hear me: consent to the breaking off this marriage, and the
promoting any other without consulting me, and I'll renounce all blood,
all relation and concern with you for ever; nay, I'll be your enemy, and
pursue you to destruction: I'll tear your eyes out, and tread you under
my feet.

SIR PAUL. Why, what's the matter now? Good Lord, what's all this for?
Pooh, here's a joke indeed. Why, where's my wife?

LADY TOUCH. With Careless, in the close arbour; he may want you by this
time, as much as you want her.

SIR PAUL. Oh, if she be with Mr. Careless, 'tis well enough.

LADY TOUCH. Fool, sot, insensible ox! But remember what I said to you,
or you had better eat your own horns, by this light you had.

SIR PAUL. You're a passionate woman, gads-bud! But to say truth all our
family are choleric; I am the only peaceable person amongst 'em.

SCENE IX