CYNT. But how can the coach and six horses be got ready without suspicion?
MASK. Leave it to my care; that shall be so far from being suspected, that it shall be got ready by my lord’s own order.
MEL. How?
MASK. Why, I intend to tell my lord the whole matter of our contrivance; that’s my way.
MEL. I don’t understand you.
MASK. Why, I’ll tell my lord I laid this plot with you on purpose to betray you; and that which put me upon it, was the finding it impossible to gain the lady any other way, but in the hopes of her marrying you.
MEL. So.
MASK. So, why so, while you’re busied in making yourself ready, I’ll wheedle her into the coach; and instead of you, borrow my lord’s chaplain, and so run away with her myself.
MEL. Oh, I conceive you; you’ll tell him so.
MASK. Tell him so! ay; why, you don’t think I mean to do so?