CARELESS _and_ CYNTHIA.
CARE. Is not that he now gone out with my lord?
CYNT. Yes.
CARE. By heaven, there's treachery. The confusion that I saw your
father in, my Lady Touchwood's passion, with what imperfectly I overheard
between my lord and her, confirm me in my fears. Where's Mellefont?
CYNT. Here he comes.