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176 WILLIAM CONGREVE [ACT v<br />

lent him, and that I have recalled; so I have served myself,<br />

and what is yet better, I have served a worthy lord, to<br />

whom I owe myself.<br />

Lord Touch. [Aside.] Excellent man!<br />

Mask. Yet I am wretched.—D there is a secret burns<br />

within this breast, which should it once blaze forth, would<br />

ruin all, consume my honest character, and brand me with<br />

the name of villain!<br />

Lord Touch. [Aside.] Ha!<br />

Mask. Why do I love! Yet Heaven and my waking conscience<br />

are my witnesses, 1 never pave one working<br />

thought a vent, which might discover that I loved, nor ever<br />

must; no, let it prey upon my heart; for I would rather<br />

die, than seem once, barely seem dishonest.—O, should it<br />

once be known I love fair Cynthia, all this that I have<br />

done would look like rival's malice, false friendship to my<br />

lord, and base self-interest. Let me perish first, and from<br />

this hour avoid all sight and speech, and, if I can, all<br />

thought of that pernicious beauty. Ha! but what is my<br />

distraction doing? I am wildly talking to myself, and some<br />

ill chance might have directed malicious ears this way.<br />

[Seems to start, seeing Lord TOUCHWOOD.<br />

Lord Touch. Start not—let guilty and dishonest souls<br />

start at the revelation of their thoughts, but be thou fixed<br />

as is thy virtue.<br />

Majf(. I am confounded, and beg your lordship's pardon<br />

for those free discourses which I have had with myself.<br />

Lord Touch. Come, I beg your pardon that I overheard<br />

you, and yet it shall not need. Honest Maskwell! thy and<br />

my good genius led me hither: mine, in that I have discovered<br />

so much manly virtue; thine, in that thou shalt<br />

have due reward of all thy worth. Give me thy hand—my<br />

nephew is the alone remaining branch of all our ancient<br />

family; him I thus blow away, and constitute thee in his<br />

room to be my heir.<br />

Mask. Now, Heaven forbid—<br />

Lord Touch. No more—I have resolved.—The writings<br />

are ready drawn, and wanted nothing but to be signed, and<br />

have his name inserted:—yours will fill the blank as well.—<br />

I will have no reply.—Let me command this time; for 'tis<br />

the last in which I will assume authority—hereafter you<br />

shall rule where I have power.

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