Oh! that they were written in thy heart,
That I, with this, might lay thee open to my sight!
But then 'twill be too late to know -

Thou hast, thou hast found the only way to turn my rage. Too well
thou knowest my jealous soul could never bear uncertainty. Speak,
then, and tell me. Yet are you silent. Oh, I am wildered in all
passions. But thus my anger melts. [Weeps.] Here, take this
poniard, for my very spirits faint, and I want strength to hold it;
thou hast disarmed my soul. [Gives the dagger.]

LORD TOUCH. Amazement shakes me. Where will this end?

MASK. So, 'tis well--let your wild fury have a vent; and when you
have temper, tell me.

LADY TOUCH. Now, now, now I am calm and can hear you.

MASK. [Aside.] Thanks, my invention; and now I have it for you.
First, tell me what urged you to this violence: for your passion
broke in such imperfect terms, that yet I am to learn the cause.

LADY TOUCH. My lord himself surprised me with the news you were to
marry Cynthia, that you had owned our love to him, and his
indulgence would assist you to attain your ends.

CYNT. How, my lord?

LORD TOUCH. Pray forbear all resentments for a while, and let us
hear the rest.