Volume Iv Part 114 (1/2)

_Oliv._ As well as I can act it.

Enter _Welborn_, habited as last.

That all Mankind are d.a.m.n'd, I'm positive; at least all Lovers are.

_Wel._ What have we here? the Spark that rally'd me about a Woman at the Ball to night? Who is it, Sir, you curse so heartily.

_Oliv._ Ha, how beautiful he is--how many Charms dwell in that lovely Face-- [Aside.

'Tis you I curse.

_Wel._ Gad, I thank you for that, you were kinder to night, when you told me of a fine Woman that was in love with me.

_Oliv._ Why, what have you to do with Woman-kind?

_Wel._ A pretty civil Question; has the Lady that sent you a mind to be inform'd.

_Oliv._ Or if she had, you're not at leisure now, you are taken up, Sir, with another Beauty. Did not you swear, never to speak to Woman-kind, till I had brought her, I told you, sigh'd for you?

_Wel._ Right, and I have kept my word religiously.

_Oliv._ The Devil you have, witness the Joy _Mirtilla_ gave your Soul: Even now you were all Transport, all Extasy of Love; by Heaven, you had forgot you brought me in, and past triumphant in _Mirtilla's_ Arms, Love in your Heart, and Pleasure in your Eyes.

_Wel._ Ay, sure he mistakes me for the amorous Prince, and thus, perhaps, has mistook me all the Night: I must not undeceive him.

[Aside.

Whate'er you saw, I have a Heart unwounded, a Heart that never soundly loved, a little scratch it got the other day by a young Beauty in the _Mall_, her Name I know not, but I wish'd to know it, and dogg'd her Coach, I sigh'd a little after her, but since ne'er saw the lovely Vision.

_Oliv._ Sure this was I. [Aside.

What Livery had she, Sir?

_Wel._ That I took notice of, 'twas Green and Gold--Since that, I trifle now and then with Love, to chase away this Image, and that's all.

_Oliv._ Ha, now I view him well, 'tis the same handsome Fellow that entertain'd us in the _Mall_ last Thursday.

_Wel._ Come, Sir, 'tis late, please you to take a Bed with me to Night, where we'll beget a better Understanding.

_Oliv._ A better than you imagine--'Sdeath, to bed with him, I tremble at the thought--Sir, I do not love a Bedfellow.

_Wel._ Sir, I have lent my Lodgings to a Stranger of Quality, or I wou'd offer you a single Bed--but for once you may dispense with a Bedfellow.

_Oliv._ I will not put you to that trouble, Sir.

_Wel._ Do you design to make me your Friend, and use me with Ceremony?

Who waits there?

Enter Footman.

_Oliv._ 'Slife, what shall I do? I cou'd even consent, to prevent his going to _Mirtilla_--besides, I have no home to go to--

_Wel._ Come, no more Scruples--here--a Night-Gown and a Cap for the Gentleman.