The Double - Dealer
LADY TOUCHWOOD and MASKWELL.
LADY TOUCH. Was't not lucky?
MASK. Lucky! Fortune is your own, and 'tis her interest so to be. By heaven I believe
you can control her power, and she fears it: though chance brought my lord, 'twas your
own art that turned it to advantage.
LADY TOUCH. 'Tis true it might have been my ruin. But yonder's my lord. I believe
he's coming to find you: I'll not be seen.
MASK. So; I durst not own my introducing my lord, though it succeeded well for her, for
she would have suspected a design which I should have been puzzled to excuse. My lord
is thoughtful. I'll be so too; yet he shall know my thoughts: or think he does.
[To him] LORD TOUCHWOOD.
MASK. What have I done?
LORD TOUCH. Talking to himself!
MASK. 'Twas honest--and shall I be rewarded for it? No, 'twas honest, therefore I shan't.
Nay, rather therefore I ought not; for it rewards itself.
LORD TOUCH. Unequalled virtue! [Aside.]
MASK. But should it be known, then I have lost a friend! He was an ill man, and I have
gained; for half myself I lent him, and that I have recalled: so I have served myself, and
what is yet better, I have served a worthy lord to whom I owe myself.
LORD TOUCH. Excellent man! [Aside.]
MASK. Yet I am wretched. Oh, there is a secret burns within this breast, which, should it
once blaze forth, would ruin all, consume my honest character, and brand me with the
name of villain.