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SCENE I] THE DOUBLE-DEALER 177
Masl{. I humbly would petition—
Lord Touch. Is't for yourself?—[MASKWELL pauses.] I'll
hear of nought for anybody else.
M0j^. Then, witness Heaven for me, this wealth and
honour was not of my seeking, nor would I build my
fortune on another's ruin: I had but one desire—
Lord Touch. Thou shalt enjoy it.—If all I'm worth in
wealth or interest can purchase Cynthia, she is thine.—
I'm sure Sir Paul's consent will follow fortune; I'll quickly
show him which way that is going.
Mffj^. You oppress me with bounty; my gratitude is
weak, and shrinks beneath the weight, and cannot rise tothank
you.—What, enjoy my love!—Forgive the transports
of a blessing so unexpected, so unhoped for, so u nth ought
of!
Lord Touch. I will confirm it, and rejoice with thee.
\Exit.
Masf(. This is prosperous indeed!—Why, let him find me
out a villain, settled in possession of a fair estate, and all
fruition of my love, I'll bear the railings of a losing
gamester.—But should he find me out before! 'tis dangerous
to delay.—Let me think—should my lord proceed to treat
openly of my marriage with Cynthia, all must be discovered,
and Mellefont can be no longer blinded.—It must not be;
nay, should my lady know it—ay, then were fine work
indeed! Her fury would spare nothing, though she involved
herself in ruin. No, it must be by stratagem—I must
deceive Mellefont once more, and get my lord to consent
to my private management. He comes opportunely,—Now
will I, in my old way, discover the whole and real truth of
the matter to him, that he may not suspect one word on't.
No mask like open truth to cover lies,
As to go naked is the best disguise.
Enter MELLEFONT.
Mel. 0 Maskwell, what hopes? I am confounded in a
maze of thoughts, each leading into one another, and all
ending in perplexity. My uncle will not sec nor hear me.
Mask. No matter, sir, don't trouble your head, all's in my
power.
Mel. How? for Heaven's sake?
Mas\. Little do you think that your aunt has kept her