MASK. What friend have I betrayed? or to whom?

LADY TOUCH. Your fond friend Mellefont, and to me; can you deny it?

MASK. I do not.

LADY TOUCH. Have you not wronged my lord, who has been a father to
you in your wants, and given you being? Have you not wronged him in
the highest manner, in his bed?

MASK. With your ladyship's help, and for your service, as I told
you before. I can't deny that neither. Anything more, madam?

LADY TOUCH. More! Audacious villain! Oh, what's more, is most my
shame. Have you not dishonoured me?

MASK. No, that I deny; for I never told in all my life: so that
accusation's answered; on to the next.

LADY TOUCH. Death, do you dally with my passion? Insolent devil!
But have a care,--provoke me not; for, by the eternal fire, you
shall not 'scape my vengeance. Calm villain! How unconcerned he
stands, confessing treachery and ingratitude! Is there a vice more
black? Oh, I have excuses thousands for my faults; fire in my
temper, passions in my soul, apt to ev'ry provocation, oppressed at
once with love, and with despair. But a sedate, a thinking villain,
whose black blood runs temperately bad, what excuse can clear?

MASK. Will you be in temper, madam? I would not talk not to be