LORD TOUCH. Go, and thy own infamy pursue thee. You stare as you
were all amazed,--I don't wonder at it,--but too soon you'll know
mine, and that woman's shame.


SCENE the last.


LORD TOUCHWOOD, LORD FROTH, LADY FROTH, LADY PLYANT, SIR PAUL,
CYNTHIA, MELLEFONT, MASKWELL, MELLEFONT disguised in a parson's
habit and pulling in MASKWELL.

MEL. Nay, by heaven you shall be seen. Careless, your hand. Do
you hold down your head? Yes, I am your chaplain, look in the face
of your injured friend; thou wonder of all falsehood.

LORD TOUCH. Are you silent, monster?

MEL. Good heavens! How I believed and loved this man! Take him
hence, for he's a disease to my sight.

LORD TOUCH. Secure that manifold villain. [Servants seize him.]

CARE. Miracle of ingratitude!

BRISK. This is all very surprising, let me perish.

LADY FROTH. You know I told you Saturn looked a little more angry
than usual.