Women, like flames, have a destroying power,
Ne'er to be quenched, till they themselves devour.



ACT V.--SCENE I.



LADY TOUCHWOOD and MASKWELL.

LADY TOUCH. Was't not lucky?

MASK. Lucky! Fortune is your own, and 'tis her interest so to be.
By heaven I believe you can control her power, and she fears it:
though chance brought my lord, 'twas your own art that turned it to
advantage.

LADY TOUCH. 'Tis true it might have been my ruin. But yonder's my
lord. I believe he's coming to find you: I'll not be seen.


SCENE II.


MASKWELL alone.

MASK. So; I durst not own my introducing my lord, though it
succeeded well for her, for she would have suspected a design which