SCENE XI.

MASKWELL _alone_.

MASK. Why, _qui vult decipi decipiatur_.--'Tis no fault of mine: I have

told 'em in plain terms how easy 'tis for me to cheat 'em, and if they

will not hear the serpent's hiss, they must be stung into experience and

future caution. Now to prepare my lord to consent to this. But first I

must instruct my little Levite; there is no plot, public or private, that

can expect to prosper without one of them has a finger in't: he promised

me to be within at this hour,--Mr. Saygrace, Mr. Saygrace! [_Goes to the

chamber door and knocks_.]

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