irtilla_, and she receives
him with inviting Looks. 'Sdeath, she's a common Lover! already I'm
arriv'd to Jealousy!

Enter _George_ in Masquerade, with a Paper on his Back and Breast,
goes to _Mirtilla_, sees one courting her.

_Geo._ What gilded thing is that?--I must disturb 'em--'Tis I,
_Mirtilla_, languishing for the appointed Happiness, while you, perhaps,
are taken up with different Thoughts--

_Mir._ _Lejere!_ How very feeble do old Lovers charm! Only the new and
gay have pow'r to warm--How shall I put him off? For now my ambitious
Love declares for _Frederick_; 'tis great to enslave a Prince.
[Aside.
--_Lejere_--wait till I give the word--perhaps it may be late--go mix
your self i'th' Crowd, you may be else suspected--
[Goes from him.

_Ter._ I have a shreud guess that this should be my Man by his Shape,
and Mein.
[Looking round about _George_.
Let me see--What's this written on his Back?--To be lett ready
furnish'd--
[Reading it.
A very good hearing: So ho, ho, ho, who's within here?
[Claps him on the Back.

_Geo._ Who's there? [Exit _Olivia_.

_Ter._ Love and Fortune.

_Geo._ Two very good Friends of mine, prithee who art thou that bring'st
'em?

_Ter._ A wandring Nymph, that has had a swinging Character of your
Person and Parts--if thou be'st the Man, prithee, dear Stranger, let me
see thy Face; and if I'm not mistaken, 'tis ten to one, but we may go
near to strike up some odd Bargain or other.

_Geo._ And I am as likely a Fellow for some odd Bargain or other, as
ever you met with--Look ye, am I the Man?

_Ter._ Let me see--a very handsome Face, inclining to round; fine wanton
Eyes, with a plaguy Roguish Lear; plump, round, red Lips; not tall, nor
low, and extremely well fashion'd.
[Reads all this in her Tablets.
--Ay, ay, you are the Man--

_Geo._ I am glad on't, and prithee, dear Creature, let me see if thou
art not the Woman--

_Ter._ Heav'n! what Woman, Sir?

_Geo._ Why, any Woman that's pretty, witty, young, and good-natur'd.

_Ter._ I had rather shew anything almost than my Face.

_Geo._ Faith, and that's kind; but every thing in its due time: I love
to arrive at Happiness by degrees, there's as much Pleasure in the
Journey of Love, as in the Arrival to't, and the first Stage is a
handsom Face.

_Ter._ Where you bait a while, take a short Survey, and away.

_Geo._ To Wit, and good Humour; where a Man finds Pleasure enough to
engage