_Oliv._ An Assignation from your perjur'd Mistress, Sir.
_Geo._ 'Tis well--you must obey the Summons; and wind her up to all the height of Love; then let her loose to Shame. I'll bring her Lover in the height of Dalliance, who, when he sees her Perfidy, will hate her.
_Oliv._ And then the lovely Man stands fair for me. [Aside.
_Geo._ Go write an Answer back--and wait her hour.
[Exeunt severally.
SCENE II. _The Dressing-Room. Discovers the _Prince_ at his Toylet, dressing. Musick and a Song._
Enter _George_, waits till the Song is ended. The _Prince_ sees him, comes to him with Joy, and falls about his Neck.
SONG, by Mr. _Gildon_.
I.
_Ah _Charmion!_ shroud those killing Eyes, That dart th' extremes of Pleasure, Else _Celidon_, though favour'd, dies As well as him that you despise, Though with this diff'rent measure: While lingring Pains drag on his Fate, } Dispatch is all th' Advantage of my State; } For ah! you hill with Love, as well as Hate._ }
II.
_Abate thy Luxury of Charms, And only Part discover; Your Tongue, as well as Eyes, has Arms To give a Thousand fatal Harms To the poor listening Lover: Thy Beams, like Glorys veil'd shou'd be, And like the Front of Heav'n, unseen, pass by; For to behold 'em, in full force, we die._
_Prince._ _Mirtilla_, O! I faint, I die with thy Beauty's Luxury! by Heaven, I'm all Rapture, Love, and Joy: Such a dear Night, _Lejere_!--Poets may fancy pressing Goddesses, on downy Beds of Clouds--But oh, _Lejere_!--Those Gods were never half so blest as I!
_Geo._ What pity 'twere to wake you from this Dream.
_Prince._ It is not in the power of Time nor Age: For even then _Mirtilla_ will have Charms! Oh, how she speaks! how well she'll grace a Story!
_Geo._ How gay her Wit! how movingly she writes!
_Prince._ I do believe she does. [A little seriously.
_Geo._ Would it displease you, should you see a Billet from her?
_Prince._ That's as it were directed. [Gravely.
_Geo._ You would not credit what you saw last Night.
_Prince._ Nor wou'd have lost that Night for all the Treasure the vast Ocean hides.
_Geo._ I wou'd not have a Man, so good and great, be made a Woman's Property--There, Sir.
[Gives him the Billet.
_Prince._ I'll not believe it her's; there are a thousand ways to ruin Innocence; if she be false--she's damn'd. Confirm me, and of course I shall despise her. You cure me, when you shew her worth my Scorn.
_Geo._ Will you be rul'd then, and believe it Friendship in me?
_Prince._ I will.
_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 Sex. The Gods 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 passes 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?