CYNT. I heard him loud as I came by the closet-door, and my lady
with him, but she seemed to moderate his passion.

MEL. Ay, hell thank her, as gentle breezes moderate a fire; but I
shall counter-work her spells, and ride the witch in her own bridle.

CYNT. It's impossible; she'll cast beyond you still. I'll lay my
life it will never be a match.

MEL. What?

CYNT. Between you and me.

MEL. Why so?

CYNT. My mind gives me it won't, because we are both willing. We
each of us strive to reach the goal, and hinder one another in the
race. I swear it never does well when the parties are so agreed;
for when people walk hand in hand there's neither overtaking nor
meeting. We hunt in couples, where we both pursue the same game but
forget one another; and 'tis because we are so near that we don't
think of coming together.

MEL. Hum, 'gad I believe there's something in it. Marriage is the
game that we hunt, and while we think that we only have it in view,
I don't see but we have it in our power.

CYNT. Within reach; for example, give me your hand. You have
looked through the wrong end of the perspective all this while, for