ke love to none but Chamber-maids. No, my _Olivia_, I'll use the
sprightly Runnings of my Life, and not hope distant Pleasures from its
Dregs.

_Oliv._ For that, use your Discretion; now equip your self to your
present Business; the more simply you are clad and look, the better.
I'll home and expect you.
[Exit.

_Geo._ Do so, my good Sister; a little formal Hypocrisy may do, 'twill
relish after Liberty; for a Pleasure is never so well tasted, as when
it's season'd with some Opposition.

Enter _Britton_.

_Britt._ Sir, I've News to tell you, will surprize you; Prince
_Frederick_ is arriv'd.

_Geo._ Is't possible? I left him going for _Flanders_.

_Britt._ Passing by our Door, and seeing your Livery, he enquir'd for
you; and finding you here, alighted just now. But see, Sir, he's here.

Enter Prince _Frederick_; they meet and embrace.

_Geo._ My Life's Preserver, welcome to my Arms as Health to sick Men.

_Prince._ And thou to mine as the kind Mistress to the longing Lover; my
Soul's Delight, and Darling of the Fair.

_Geo._ Ah Prince! you touch my bleeding Wound.

_Prince._ Ha, _Lejere_! leave to unhappy Lovers those Sighs, those
folded Arms, and down-cast Eyes.

_Geo._ Then they are fit for me; my Mistress, Sir, that Treasure of my
Life, for whom you've heard me sigh, is perjur'd, false, and married to
another. Yet what is worse, I find my Prince, my Friend, here in my
native Country, and am not able to pay him what his Greatness merits.

_Prince._ You pain me when you compliment my Friendship. [Embracing.

_Geo._ Perhaps you will not think me worth this Honour, when you shall
hear my Story.

_Prince._ Thou canst say nothing I can value less.

_Geo._ Perhaps too my way of Living has deceiv'd you, being still
receiv'd by Princes, as Companions in all their Riots, Loves, and
Divertisements; where ev'n you did me the Honour to esteem, and call me
Friend.

_Prince._ Whate'er thou art, I'm sure thy Mind's illustrious.

_Geo._ My Family, I must confess, is honourable; but, Sir, my Father was
the younger House, of which my unhappy self was destin'd to be last: I'm
a _Cadet_, that Out-cast of my Family, and born to that curse of our old
_English_ Custom. Whereas in other Countries, younger Brothers are
train'd up to the Exercise of Arms, where Honour and Renown attend the
Brave; we basely bind our youngest out to Slavery, to lazy Trades, idly
confin'd to Shops or Merchants Books, debasing o