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SCENE II] THE DOUBLE-DEALER 179
To be kindled to a flame, only to light him to another's
arms! Oh, that I were fire indeed, that I might burn the
vile traitor! What shall I do? how shall I think? I cannot
think.—All my designs arc lost, my love unsated, my
revenge unfinished, and fresh cause of fury from unthoughtuf
plagues.
Enter Sir PAUL.
Sir Paul. Madam! sister! my lady sister! did you sec my
lady, my wife!
Lady Touch. [Aside.] Oh, torturel
Sir Paul. Gadsbud, I can't find her high nor low; where
can she be, think you?
Lady Touch. Where she's serving you, as all your sex
ought to be served; making you a beast. Don't you know
that you're a fool, brother?
Sir Paul. A fool! he! he! he! you're merry. No no, not I,
I know no such matter.
Lady Touch. Why, then, you don't know half your
happiness.
Sir Paul. That's a jest with all my heart, faith and troth!
—But hark ye, my lord told me something of a revolution
of things; I don't know what to make on't.—Gadsbud, I
must consult my wife.—He talks of disinheriting his
nephew, and I don't know what.—Look you, sister, I must
know what my girl has to trust to; or not a syllable of a
wedding, gadsbud—to show you that I am not a fool.
Lady Touch. Hear me; consent to the breaking off this
marriage, and the promoting any other, without consulting
me, and I'll renounce all blood, all relation and concern
with you for ever;—nay, I'll be your enemy, and pursue
you to destruction; I'll tear your eyes out, and tread you
under my feet.
Sir Paul. Why, what's the matter now? Good Lord,
what's all this for? Pooh, here's a joke, indeed!—Why,
where's my wife?
Lady Touch. With Careless, in the close arbour; he may
want you by this time, as much as you want her.
Sir Paul. O, if she be with Mr. Careless, 'tis well enough.
Lady Touch. Fool! sot! insensible ox! But remember
what I said to you, or you had better eat your own horns;
by this light you had.
Sir Paul. You're a passionate woman, gadsbud!—But to