a moment uneasy to have her happy hereafter.

CARE. So you have manned your works; but I wish you may not have
the weakest guard where the enemy is strongest.

MEL. Maskwell, you mean; prithee why should you suspect him?

CARE. Faith I cannot help it; you know I never liked him: I am a
little superstitious in physiognomy.

MEL. He has obligations of gratitude to bind him to me: his
dependence upon my uncle is through my means.

CARE. Upon your aunt, you mean.

MEL. My aunt!

CARE. I'm mistaken if there be not a familiarity between them you
do not suspect, notwithstanding her passion for you.

MEL. Pooh, pooh! nothing in the world but his design to do me
service; and he endeavours to be well in her esteem, that he may be
able to effect it.

CARE. Well, I shall be glad to be mistaken; but your aunt's
aversion in her revenge cannot be any way so effectually shown as in
bringing forth a child to disinherit you. She is handsome and
cunning and naturally wanton. Maskwell is flesh and blood at best,
and opportunities between them are frequent. His affection to you,
you have confessed, is grounded upon his interest, that you have