Volume Iv Part 116 (1/2)

_Prince._ No, wondrous glad of it. You're mighty gay, _Mirtilla_, much in Glory.

_Mir._ Can he, who lays his Fortune at my Feet, think me too glorious for his Arms and Eyes?

_Geo._ Fifty to one the Gipsy jilts him yet. [Aside.

_Prince._ Pray Heaven she lyes but handsomly-- [Aside.

--for mine, _Mirtilla_! Ha--ha--

_Mir._ Am I not yours? You cannot doubt my Vows.

_Geo._ She'll do't, and make me love her anew for her rare dexterity at dissembling.

_Prince._ I left you wearied, going to your Bed, but find you at your Toylet gayly dress'd, as if some Conquest you design'd e'er morning.

_Mir._ _Manage_, Sir, from the Fire, secur'd these Trifles, and I was trying several Dresses on; that this slight Beauty that you say has charm'd you, might, when you saw it next, complete the Conquest.

_Geo._ And that thou wilt, if Flattery can do't.

_Prince._ Now, were she guilty, as I'm sure she's not, this Softness would undo me, and appease me.

_Mir._ You seem as if you doubted what I say.

[This while, _Olivia_ gets off unseen.

By all the Powers--

_Prince._ Hold, I scorn to need an Oath to fix my Faith; Oh! thou art all divine, and canst not err.

[Embraces her.

Curs'd be the Tongue that dares profane thy Virtue, and curs'd the listning Fool that dares believe it.

_Geo._ What a poor, wretched, baffled thing is Man, by feebler Woman aw'd and made a c.o.xcomb!

_Mir._ Durst any one traduce my Virtue, Sir, and is it possible that you could hear it?--Then perish all the Beauties you have flatter'd.

[Tears her Head-things.

_Prince._ Come to my Arms, thou Charmer of my Soul! and if one spark of Jealousy remain, one of those precious Tears shall quench the Crime--Oh, come, and let me lead thee to thy Bed, and breathe new Vows into thy panting Bosom.

[Leads her off, she looks back on _George_ and smiles.

_Geo._ Now all the Plagues of injur'd Lovers wreck thee; 'Sdeath, where has she hid _Olivia_? or how am I deceiv'd?--'Tis Day, and with it new Invention rise to d.a.m.n this Woman to the sin of Shame; break all the Chains that hold the princely Youth, and sink her with her fancy'd Power and Vanity.

[Exit.

SCENE III. Changes to Lady _Youthly's_.

Enter Sir _Rowland_ half dress'd, Lady _Blunder_ in an Undress, Lady _Youthly_ in her morning-dress, _Teresia_ and Mr. _Tw.a.n.g_.

Sir _Row._ Morrow, my Lady _Youthly_, and thank you for my Night's Lodging--You are as early up as if it had been your Wedding-day.

L. _Youth._ Truly, Sir _Rowland_, that I intend.