SAYGRACE. [Enters.] You shall prevail: I would break off in the
middle of a sermon to do you a pleasure.

MASK. You could not do me a greater,--except the business in hand.
Have you provided a habit for Mellefont?

SAYGRACE. I have; they are ready in my chamber, together with a
clean starched band and cuffs.

MASK. Good, let them be carried to him; have you stitched the gown
sleeve, that he may be puzzled, and waste time in putting it on?

SAYGRACE. I have: the gown will not be indued without perplexity.

MASK. Meet me in half-an-hour, here in your own chamber. When
Cynthia comes, let there be no light, and do not speak, that she may
not distinguish you from Mellefont. I'll urge haste to excuse your
silence.

SAYGRACE. You have no more commands?

MASK. None: your text is short.

SAYGRACE. But pithy: and I will handle it with discretion.

MASK. It will be the first you have so served.


SCENE XIII.