privately. My lord must not see him again.

MASK. By no means; therefore you must aggravate my lord's
displeasure to a degree that will admit of no conference with him.
What think you of mentioning me?

LADY TOUCH. How?

MASK. To my lord, as having been privy to Mellefont's design upon
you, but still using my utmost endeavours to dissuade him, though my
friendship and love to him has made me conceal it; yet you may say,
I threatened the next time he attempted anything of that kind to
discover it to my lord.

LADY TOUCH. To what end is this?

MASK. It will confirm my lord's opinion of my honour and honesty,
and create in him a new confidence in me, which (should this design
miscarry) will be necessary to the forming another plot that I have
in my head.--To cheat you as well as the rest. [Aside.]

LADY TOUCH. I'll do it--I'll tell him you hindered him once from
forcing me.

MASK. Excellent! Your ladyship has a most improving fancy. You
had best go to my lord, keep him as long as you can in his closet,
and I doubt not but you will mould him to what you please; your
guests are so engaged in their own follies and intrigues, they'll
miss neither of you.