_Oliv._ An a.s.signation 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, pa.s.s 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 G.o.ddesses, on downy Beds of Clouds--But oh, _Lejere_!--Those G.o.ds 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 d.a.m.n"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 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?