Volume Iv Part 119 (2/2)

_Geo._ Give her, by Absence, but an Opportunity; feign some Excuse to leave the Town to day.

_Prince._ See where she comes--

Enter _Mirtilla_.

Adorn'd with all the beauteous Wonders of her s.e.x. The G.o.ds of Love are playing in her Eyes, and give us Wounds from ev'ry graceful Motion. Ah, my _Mirtilla_! how shall I support the Absence of a many coming Hours, that languish, being from thee but a Moment?

_Mir._ I hope, my Lord, Fate is not so unkind, to let me live without you many Hours.

_Prince._ Can all this be dissembl'd? [Aside to _George_.

_Geo._ How much more have I heard? yet all was false.

_Prince._ I must this Day--this tedious live-long Day, be absent from thy Sight--but shall be back i'th' Evening: I'll leave _Lejere_ to wait on your Commands.

_Mir._ _Lejere_ shall ever, Sir, be dear to me--But I'll retire, and sigh till your Return--that World affords no Pleasure where you are not.

_Prince._ Do you hear that, Sir? [Aside to _George_.

Till Night, thou dearest Blessing of my Life--Adieu.

[_Mirtilla_ going out, pulls _Lejere_ by the Sleeve.

_Mir._ Thou little, mischievous informing Thing, how vainly hast thou lavish'd out Invention!

[Smiling. [Exit.

_Prince._ By Heaven, methinks 'twere Sin but to suspect her.

_Geo._ Think so; I'll trouble your Repose no more: I've done my Duty, and I wou'd not see you made a--

_Prince._ Property--Ha--A loath'd convenient Tool--A Woman's Implement--'Sdeath! she that off--Loose to the nasty Love of every Fool, that will be flatter'd, cozen'd, jilted, cuckolded--No more--I will, unseen, convey my self into the Closet in my Dressing-Room; 'tis near her Bed--and if I find her wanton--

_Geo._ If you find her--the Youth is waiting now that shall convince you.

_Prince._ Where?--Oh, set the happy Slave but in my View, and--

_Geo._ No, faith, Sir, be convinc'd before you strike, for fear she jilt you out of Sense and Reason--

_Prince._ Come to my Closet, from thence we may observe all that pa.s.ses in her Chamber; from whence I'll break upon the perjur'd Fair, like Thunder from a Cloud, and more destructive.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. A Chamber. Draws and discovers _Mirtilla_ and _Manage_.

_Mir._ Is the Prince gone?

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