LADY TOUCH. [_Aside_.] Hold in my passion, and fall, fall a little, thou swelling heart; let me have some intermission of this rage, and one minute's coolness to dissemble. [_She weeps_.] MEL. You have been to blame. I like those tears, and hope they are of the purest kind,--penitential tears. LADY TOUCH. O the scene was shifted quick before me,--I had not time to think. I was surprised to see a monster in the glass, and now I find 'tis myself; can you have mercy to forgive the faults I have imagined, but never put in practice?--O consider, consider how fatal you have been to me, you have already killed the quiet of this life. The love of you was the first wandering fire that e'er misled my steps, and while I had only that in view, I was betrayed into unthought of ways of ruin. MEL. May I believe this true? LADY TOUCH. O be not cruelly incredulous.--How can you doubt these streaming eyes? Keep the severest eye o'er all my future conduct, and if I once relapse, let me not hope forgiveness; 'twill ever be in your power to ruin me. My lord shall sign to your desires; I will myself create your happiness, and Cynthia shall be this night your bride. Do but conceal my failings, and forgive. MEL. Upon such terms I will be ever yours in every honest way. SCENE XIX. MASKWELL _softly introduces_ LORD TOUCHWOOD, _and retires_. MASK. I have kept my word, he's here, but I must not be seen. SCENE XX. LADY TOUCHWOOD, LORD TOUCHWOOD, MELLEFONT. LORD TOUCH. Hell and amazement, she's in tears. LADY TOUCH. [_Kneeling_.] Eternal blessings thank you.--Ha! my lord listening! O fortune has o'erpaid me all, all! all's my own! [_Aside_.] MEL. Nay, I beseech you rise. LADY TOUCH. [_Aloud_.] Never, never! I'll grow to the ground, be buried quick beneath it, e'er I'll be consenting to so damned a sin as incest! unnatural incest! MEL. Ha! LADY TOUCH. O cruel man, will you not let me go? I'll forgive all that's past. O heaven, you will not ravish me? MEL. Damnation! LORD TOUCH. Monster, dog! your life shall answer this! [_Draws and runs at_ MELLEFONT, _is held by_ LADY TOUCHWOOD.] LADY TOUCH. O heavens, my lord! Hold, hold, for heaven's sake. MEL. Confusion, my uncle! O the damned sorceress. LADY TOUCH. Moderate your rage, good my lord! He's mad, alas, he's mad. Indeed he is, my lord, and knows not what he does. See how wild he looks. MEL. By heaven, 'twere senseless not to be mad, and see such witchcraft. LADY TOUCH. My lord, you hear him, he talks idly. LORD TOUCH. Hence from my sight, thou living infamy to my name; when next I see that face, I'll write villain in't with my sword's point. MEL. Now, by my soul, I will not go till I have made known my wrongs. Nay, till I have made known yours, which, if possible, are greater,--though she has all the host of hell her servants.