desperate, and I believe he'll yield to any conditions. If not
here, take this; you may employ it better than in the heart of one
who is nothing when not yours. [Gives the dagger.]

LADY TOUCH. Thou can'st deceive everybody. Nay, thou hast deceived
me; but 'tis as I would wish. Trusty villain! I could worship
thee.

MASK. No more; it wants but a few minutes of the time; and
Mellefont's love will carry him there before his hour.

LADY TOUCH. I go, I fly, incomparable Maskwell!


SCENE XVIII.


MASKWELL, CYNTHIA, LORD TOUCHWOOD.

MASK. So, this was a pinch indeed, my invention was upon the rack,
and made discovery of her last plot. I hope Cynthia and my chaplain
will be ready; I'll prepare for the expedition.


SCENE XIX.


CYNTHIA and LORD TOUCHWOOD.

CYNT. Now, my lord?