LADY TOUCH. Both indebted to him! 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