Volume Iv Part 120 (2/2)

_Mir._ Oh, Sir, 'twere Sin to hurt the lovely Youth.

_Prince._ No, Madam, since I have taken back my Heart, I can present you with another Lover.

[Gives _Olivia_ to her.

_Mir._ Ha! another Lover!--What means my Prince?

_Prince._ Eternally to leave you to your Frailty.

_Mir._ Can you so easily cancel all your Vows? Then kill me at your Feet, I do implore it.

[Kneels and weeps.

_Prince._ Away, I do forgive thee, wretched Woman.--But yet be gone--lest Love and Rage return, and I should kill you yet with your young Darling.

_Mir._ Whom mean you, Sir, this lovely Maid?

_Oliv._ Maid!--What means she? Sure she cannot know me.

_Prince._ Talk on, false Woman! till thou hast persuaded my Eyes and Ears out of their native Faculties, I scorn to credit other Evidences.

_Mir._ Try 'em once more, and then repent, and die.

[Opens _Olivia's_ Bosom, shews her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

_Prince._ Ha--By Heav'n, a Woman!

_Mir._ You that wou'd smile at my suppos'd undoing, present yourself no more before my Eyes.

'Twas to perplex you that I feign'd this Pa.s.sion.

I saw you had your Spies to watch for Mischief, [To _George_.

And poison all my Happiness with the Prince.--

And since I am thought so criminal, I'll take an everlasting leave of you.

[To the _Prince_.

When I am dead, may she you honour next repay your Tenderness as I have done--But may she never meet my wretched Fate.

[She s.n.a.t.c.hes _Olivia's_ Sword out.

_Prince._ Hold, thou most valu'd Treasure of the World, or turn the pointed Weapon to my Heart.

_Mir._ No, I'm false, unworthy of your Love.

_Geo._ Yes, by Heaven. But thou hast jilted him so handsomly, thou'st vanquish'd all my Rage.

_Mir._ Yes, I am false; false to this Gallant Man,-- [To _George_.

false to my Husband, to my s.e.x's Fame; for you more charming, I alas am perjur'd.

_Prince._ _Lejere_, have I then injur'd thee?

_Geo._ This is the fatal Beauty, Sir, for whom so often you have seen me languish.

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