MASK. Strike then, since you will have it so. LADY TOUCH. Ha! A steady villain to the last. MASK. Come, why do you dally with me thus? LADY TOUCH. Thy stubborn temper shocks me, and you knew it would; this is cunning all, and not courage. No; I know thee well, butTHE DOUBLE DEALERA COMEDY 82 thou shalt miss thy aim. MASK. Ha, ha, ha! LADY TOUCH. Ha! Do you mock my rage? Then this shall punish your fond, rash contempt. Again smile! [Goes to strike.] And such a smile as speaks in ambiguity! Ten thousand meanings lurk in each corner of that various face. Oh! that they were written in thy heart, That I, with this, might lay thee open to my sight! But then 'twill be too late to know Thou hast, thou hast found the only way to turn my rage. Too well thou knowest my jealous soul could never bear uncertainty. Speak, then, and tell me. Yet are you silent. Oh, I am wildered in all passions.
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But thus my anger melts. [Weeps.] Here, take this poniard, for my very spirits faint, and I want strength to hold it; thou hast disarmed my soul. [Gives the dagger.] LORD TOUCH. Amazement shakes me. Where will this end? MASK. So, 'tis welllet your wild fury have a vent; and when you have temper, tell me. LADY TOUCH. Now, now, now I am calm and can hear you. MASK. [Aside.] Thanks, my invention; and now I have it for you. First, tell me what urged you to this violence: for your passion broke in such imperfect terms, that yet I am to learn the cause. LADY TOUCH. My lord himself surprised me with the news you were to marry Cynthia, that you had owned our love to him, and his indulgence would assist you to attain your ends. CYNT. How, my lord? LORD TOUCH. Pray forbear all resentments for a while, and let us hear the rest. MASK. I grant you in appearance all is true; I seemed consenting to my lordnay, transported with the blessing. But could you think that I, who had been happy in your loved embraces, could e'er be fond of an inferior slavery? LORD TOUCH. Ha! Oh, poison to my ears! What do I hear? CYNT. Nay, good my lord, forbear resentment; let us hear it out. LORD TOUCH. Yes, I will contain, though I could burst.THE DOUBLE DEALERA COMEDY 83 MASK. I, that had wantoned in the rich circle of your world of love, could be confined within the puny province of a girl? No.
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