Volume Iv Part 106 (1/2)
_Prince._ As Gat shall save me, Sir, I am sorry for it--another time, Sir: I have earnest business. Now, I am sure nothing worth seeing can belong to this litter of Fools.
L. _Blun._ My Daughter is a Person of Quality, I a.s.sure you, Sir.
_Prince._ I doubt it not, Madam--If she be of the same Piece--Send me a fair Deliverance.
[Sir _Morgan_ leads him to _Mirtilla_, he starts.
--Ha! What bright Vision's that?
_Mir._ Heav'n! 'Tis the lovely Prince I saw in _Flanders_. [Aside.
Sir _Mer._ Look how he stares--why, what the Devil ails he?
Sir _Morg._ To her, Sir, or so, d'ye see, what a Pox, are you afraid of her?
L. _Blun._ He's in Admiration of her Beauty, Child.
_Prince._ By Heav'n, the very Woman I adore! [Aside.
Sir _Morg._ How d'ye, see, Sir, how do ye, ha, ha, ha?
_Prince._ I cannot be mistaken; for Heav'n made nothing but young Angels like her!
Sir _Morg._ Look ye, Page, is your Master in his right Wits?
Sir _Mer._ Sure he's in love, and Love's a devilish thing.
Sir _Morg._ Sa, ho, ho, ho, where are you, Sir, where are you?
_Prince._ In Heav'n! [Puts him away.
Oh! do not rouse me from this charming Slumber, lest I shou'd wake, and find it but a Dream.
Sir _Mer._ A plaguy dull Fellow this, that can sleep in so good Company as we are.
Sir _Morg._ Dream--A Fiddle-stick; to her, Man, to her, and kiss her soundly, or so, d'ye see.
Sir _Mer._ Ay, ay; kiss her, Sir, kiss her--ha, ha, ha, he's very simple.
_Prince._ Kiss her,--there's universal Ruin in her Lips.
_Mir._ I never knew 'em guilty of such Mischiefs.
Sir _Morg._ No, I'll be sworn, I have kist 'em twenty times, and they never did me harm.
_Prince._ Thou kiss those Lips? impossible, and false; they ne'er were prest but by soft _Southern_ Winds.
Sir _Morg._ _Southern_ Winds--ha, ha, lookye, d'ye see, Boy, thy Master's mad, or so, d'ye see--why, what a Pox, d'ye think I never kiss my Wife, or so, d'ye see.
_Prince._ Thy Wife!--
_Mir._ He will betray his Pa.s.sion to these Fools: Alas, he's mad--and will undo my Hopes.
[Aside.