LADY TOUCHWOOD _alone_.
LADY TOUCH. Both indebted to him! Yes, we are both indebted to him, if
you knew all. Villain! Oh, I am wild with this surprise of treachery:
it is impossible, it cannot be. He love Cynthia! What, have I been bawd
to his designs, his property only, a baiting place? Now I see what made
him false to Mellefont. Shame and distraction! I cannot bear it, oh!
what woman can bear to be a property? 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 are lost, my love unsated, my revenge unfinished,
and fresh cause of fury from unthought of plagues.