MASK. By Heaven, he meets my wishes! [Aside.] Few things are
impossible to willing minds.

LORD TOUCH. Instruct me how this may be done, you shall see I want
no inclination.

MASK. I had laid a small design for to-morrow (as love will be
inventing) which I thought to communicate to your lordship. But it
may be as well done to-night.

LORD TOUCH. Here's company. Come this way and tell me.


SCENE XIV.


CARELESS and CYNTHIA.

CARE. Is not that he now gone out with my lord?

CYNT. Yes.

CARE. By heaven, there's treachery. The confusion that I saw your
father in, my Lady Touchwood's passion, with what imperfectly I
overheard between my lord and her, confirm me in my fears. Where's
Mellefont?

CYNT. Here he comes.