MEL. Ha! how's this?

MASK. What d'ye think of my being employed in the execution of all
her plots? Ha, ha, ha, by heav'n, it's true: I have undertaken to
break the match; I have undertaken to make your uncle disinherit
you; to get you turned out of doors; and to--ha, ha, ha, I can't
tell you for laughing. Oh, she has opened her heart to me! I am to
turn you a-grazing, and to--ha, ha, ha, marry Cynthia myself.
There's a plot for you.

MEL. Ha! Oh, see, I see my rising sun! Light breaks through
clouds upon me, and I shall live in day--Oh, my Maskwell! how shall
I thank or praise thee? Thou hast outwitted woman. But, tell me,
how couldst thou thus get into her confidence? Ha! How? But was
it her contrivance to persuade my Lady Plyant to this extravagant
belief?

MASK. It was; and to tell you the truth, I encouraged it for your
diversion. Though it made you a little uneasy for the present, yet
the reflection of it must needs be entertaining. I warrant she was
very violent at first.

MEL. Ha, ha, ha, ay, a very fury; but I was most afraid of her
violence at last. If you had not come as you did, I don't know what
she might have attempted.

MASK. Ha, ha, ha, I know her temper. Well, you must know, then,
that all my contrivances were but bubbles, till at last I pretended
to have been long secretly in love with Cynthia; that did my