_Ter._ He doubts your Love, Madam, and I'm confirming it.
L. _Youth._ Alas, good Gentleman!--anon I'll convince him--for in the Ev'ning, Sir, the Priest shall make us one.
_Geo._ Ah, Madam, I cou'd wish 'twere not so long defer'd, for sure I love you like a sighing Swain, and as a Proof of it, I have here prepar'd an Emblem of my Love in a Dance of Country Lovers, when Passion is sincere.
L. _Youth._ Good-lack-a-day, indeed you're so obliging: But pray let us have the Dance.
[Dance.
L. _Youth._ Very pretty indeed. Come, good Gentleman, don't droop, don't droop; come, hold up your Head--you may be allow'd one kiss beforehand.
_Geo._ [Kisses her.] Oh, what a pestilential Blast was there!
[Aside.
L. _Youth._ Come, come, _Teresia_, come with me.
_Geo._ [to _Teresia_.] I'll send a Chair to your Back-gate anon, that shall wait you on the Field-side, and bring you whither I shall appoint.
Get ready instantly.
_Ter._ And if I fail, may I be eternally damn'd to the Embraces of old Age.
[Exeunt all but _George_.
_Geo._ _Mirtilla_, thus thy Scorn I will out-brave, And let my Father the kind Cheat forgive; _If I with dexterous charitable care_ _Ease him of Burdens he wants strength to bear._ [Exit.
ACT V.
SCENE I. _Welborn's_ Chamber.
Enter _Welborn_ dressing himself; to him a Footman with a Letter.
_Wel._ Prithee what became of the Spark that lay with me last Night?
_Foot._ I know not, Sir, he 'rose before day--What Letter's this, Sir?
It lay upon your Toylet.
[Gives _Welborn_ a Letter.
_Wel._ _To the dear Man whose Name I would be glad to know_-- [Reads.
Hum--a Woman's Hand-- [Opens it.
_The Lady you saw last _Thursday_ in the _Mall_, you had in Bed with you last Night. _Adieu_._
Oh! dull Divinity of Love! that by no Instinct, no sympathizing Pains or Pleasure, could instruct my Sense, how near I was to Happiness!
Enter _George_, fine.
--_Lejere_, behold me here the most unlucky Fellow breathing. Thou know'st I told thee how I was in love with a young Woman in the _Mall_: And this very Night I had this very Woman in my Arms.
_Geo._ Is this your ill Luck, Sir?
_Wel._ 'Sdeath, all the while I took her for a Man: But finding me asleep, she softly rose; and, by a Light yet burning in my Chamber, she writ this Billet, and left it on my Table.
[Gives it _George_, he reads it.
_Geo._ By all that's good, _Olivia_!--And were you very honest, Sir?
_Wel._ To my eternal Shame, as chaste as Ice.
_Geo._ What will you say now, _Charles_, if I bring this Woman to you again?
_Wel._ Canst thou? Oh, let me kiss thy Lips away.
_Geo._ For all her Frolick, _Charles_, she's very honest, a Fortune, and of Quality--and were't not for _Olivia_, thou shouldst marry her.
_Wel._ _Olivia_ I ne'er saw, and now 'twill be too late.
_Geo._ Nay then, Sir, I must fight in her Defence.
_Wel._ You fight in her defence! Why, dost thou love her?--By all that's good, I will resign her to thee.
_Geo._ You shall not, Sir; and know she is my Sister.
_Wel._ _Olivia_ thy Sister!--
_Geo._ Ask no more Questions, but defend your self, if you refuse to marry her; for her Honour's mine.
_Wel._ Were she an Angel, I must love this Woman.
_Geo._ Then thou shall have her--Haste, and get a Licence--no more--trust my Friendship--Go.
[Exit _Welborn_.
Enter _Olivia_.
_Olivia_, where did you lie last Night?--Nay do not blush, for you may yet be virtuous.
_Oliv._ Virtuous! Not the young Roses in the bud secur'd, nor breaking Morn ungaz'd at by the Sun, nor falling Snow has more of Purity.
_Geo._ I do believe you; but your dangerous Frolicks will make the World talk shamefully.
_Oliv._ Let him talk on, I will not humour Fools.
_Geo._ No more--here's _Manage_--Contrive an Assignation with _Mirtilla_; but do not hide again where none may find you. This done, I'll tell you more, and make you happy. How now, _Manage_, is the Prince stirring?
_Man._ He's in his Dressing-Room, Sir.--This from my Lady, Sir.
[Slides the Letter into _Olivia's_ Hand as she passes out.
_Geo._ What have you there, Olivia? [Takes the Billet.