LORD TOUCH. I cannot do too much for so much merit.

LADY TOUCH. But this is a thing of too great moment to be so
suddenly resolved. Why Cynthia? Why must he be married? Is there
not reward enough in raising his low fortune, but he must mix his
blood with mine, and wed my niece? How know you that my brother
will consent, or she? Nay, he himself perhaps may have affections
otherwhere.

LORD TOUCH. No, I am convinced he loves her.

LADY TOUCH. Maskwell love Cynthia? Impossible!

LORD TOUCH. I tell you he confessed it to me.

LADY TOUCH. Confusion! How's this? [Aside.]

LORD TOUCH. His humility long stifled his passion. And his love of
Mellefont would have made him still conceal it. But by
encouragement, I wrung the secret from him, and know he's no way to
be rewarded but in her. I'll defer my farther proceedings in it
till you have considered it; but remember how we are both indebted
to him.


SCENE VII.


LADY TOUCHWOOD alone.