LORD TOUCH. Astonishment binds up my rage! Villainy upon villainy!
Heavens, what a long track of dark deceit has this discovered! I am
confounded when I look back, and want a clue to guide me through the
various mazes of unheard-of treachery. My wife! Damnation! My
hell!

CYNT. My lord, have patience, and be sensible how great our
happiness is, that this discovery was not made too late.

LORD TOUCH. I thank you, yet it may be still too late, if we don't
presently prevent the execution of their plots;--ha, I'll do't.
Where's Mellefont, my poor injured nephew? How shall I make him
ample satisfaction?

CYNT. I dare answer for him.

LORD TOUCH. I do him fresh wrong to question his forgiveness; for I
know him to be all goodness. Yet my wife! Damn her:- she'll think
to meet him in that dressing-room. Was't not so? And Maskwell will
expect you in the chaplain's chamber. For once, I'll add my plot
too:- let us haste to find out, and inform my nephew; and do you,
quickly as you can, bring all the company into this gallery. I'll
expose the strumpet, and the villain.


SCENE XX.


LORD FROTH and SIR PAUL.