MEL. I don't understand you.

MASK. Why, I'll tell my lord I laid this plot with you on purpose
to betray you; and that which put me upon it, was the finding it
impossible to gain the lady any other way, but in the hopes of her
marrying you.

MEL. So.

MASK. So, why so, while you're busied in making yourself ready,
I'll wheedle her into the coach; and instead of you, borrow my
lord's chaplain, and so run away with her myself.

MEL. Oh, I conceive you; you'll tell him so.

MASK. Tell him so! ay; why, you don't think I mean to do so?

MEL. No, no; ha, ha, I dare swear thou wilt not.

MASK. Therefore, for our farther security, I would have you
disguised like a parson, that if my lord should have curiosity to
peep, he may not discover you in the coach, but think the cheat is
carried on as he would have it.

MEL. Excellent Maskwell! Thou wert certainly meant for a statesman
or a Jesuit; but thou art too honest for one, and too pious for the
other.

MASK. Well, get yourself ready, and meet me in half-an-hour, yonder
in my lady's dressing-room; go by the back stairs, and so we may