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185 WILLIAM CONGREVE [ACT v<br />

be otherwhere employed.—Do you procure her nightgown,<br />

and, with your hoods tied over your face, meet him in her<br />

stead; you may go privately by the back stairs, and, unperccivcd,<br />

there you may propose to reinstate him in his<br />

uncle's favour, if he'll comply with your desires; his case<br />

is desperate, and I believe he'll yield to any conditions.—<br />

If not, here take this; you may employ it better than in the<br />

heart of one who is nothing when not yours.<br />

[Gives the dagger.<br />

Lady Touch. Thou canst deceive everybody,—nay, thou<br />

hast deceived me; but 'tis as I would wish.—Trusty villain!<br />

I could worship thee!<br />

Mask. No more.—There wants but a few minutes of<br />

the time; and Mcllefont's love will carry him there before<br />

his hour.<br />

Lady Touch. I go, I fly, incomparable Mask well. [Exit.<br />

Mask. So, this was a pinch indeed; my invention was<br />

upon the rack, and made discovery of her last plot: I hope<br />

Cynthia and my chaplain will be ready, I'll prepare for the<br />

expedition. [Exit.<br />

CYNTHIA and Lord TOUCHWOOD coming forward.<br />

Cyn. Now, my lord.<br />

Lord Touch. Astonishment binds up my rage! Villainy<br />

upon villainy! Heavens, what a lon^ track of dark deceit<br />

has this discovered! I am confounded when I look back,<br />

and want a clue to guide me through the various mazes<br />

of unheard-of treachery. My wife! damnation! mv hell!<br />

Cyn. My lord, have patience, and be sensible how great<br />

our happiness is that this discovery was not made too late.<br />

Lord Touch. I thank you, yet it may be still too late, if<br />

we don't presently prevent the execution of their plots.—<br />

Ha, I'll do't. Where's Mellefont, my poor injured nephew?<br />

—How shall I make him ample satisfaction?—<br />

Cyn. I dare answer for him.<br />

Lord Touch. I do him fresh wrong to question his 'forgiveness;<br />

for I know him to be all goodness.—Yet my wife!<br />

damn her!—She'll think to meet him in that dressing-room;<br />

—was't not so? and Maskwell will expect you in the chaplain's<br />

chamber.—For once, I'll add my plot too.—Let us<br />

haste to find out, and inform my nephew; and do you<br />

quickly as you can bring all the company into this gallery.<br />

—I'll expose the strumpet and the villain. [Exeunt.

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