r, or talk Treason enough to
hang thee, and that's fair and civil.

Sir _Mer._ Agreed; and when I'm drunk enough to ravish, I'll cuckold my
old Dad, and fight him for his Mistress.

Sir _Row._ I have no Patience; I'll kill the Dog, because I'll have the
Law on my side--Come on, Sir.
[Draws, the Ladies run out. Sir _Merlin_ draws. _George_ runs in
and parts 'em.

_Geo._ Villain! Rascal! What, draw upon thy Father!

Sir _Row._ Pray, Sir, who are you? that I may thank you for my Life.

_Geo._ One, Sir, whose Duty 'twas. [Pulls off his Vizard.

Sir _Row._ What, my dear _George_!--I'll go and cut off the Intail of my
Estate presently, and thou shalt have it all, Boy, thou shalt--

[Exeunt all but _George_.

_Geo._ Fortune is still my Friend: Had but Mirtilla been so! I wonder
that she sends not to me: my Love's impatient, and I cannot wait--while
the dull Sot is boozing with his Brother-Fools in the Cellar, I'll
softly to the Chamber of my Love--Perhaps she waits me there--
[Exit.

SCENE II. _A Chamber, and Alcove, discovers _Mirtilla_ and Prince
_Frederick_._

_Prince._ Oh! I am ravish'd with excess of Joy.

_Mir._ Enough, my charming Prince! Oh, you have said enough.

_Prince._ Never, my _Mirtilla_!

The Sun that views the World, nor the bright Moon, that favours Lovers
Stealths, shall ever see that Hour. Vast, as thy Beauties, are my young
Desires; and every new Possession kindles new Flames, soft as thy Eyes,
soft as thy tender Touches; and e'er the Pantings of my Heart are laid,
new Transports, from new Wishes, dance about it, and still remain in
Love's harmonious Order.
[Kisses and embraces her.

Enter _George_, softly.

_Geo._ This House I know, and this should be her Bed-Chamber, because
the best; and yet methought I heard another Voice--but I may be
mistaken.

_Prince._ I faint with Pleasure of each tender Clasp; I sigh, and
languish, gazing on thy Eyes! and die upon thy Lips, with every Kiss.

_Geo._ Surely I know that Voice! Torments, and Hell!--but 'tis
impossible.
[Aside.

_Prince._ Oh! satisfy my Doubt, my trembling Doubt! Am I belov'd? Have I
about me ought engaging to thee, Charmer of my Soul?

_Geo._ It is the Prince. [Aside.

_Mir._ Ah, Prince! Can you such needless Questions ask, after the
Sacrifice which I have made?

_Geo._ Hell take thee for that Falshood. [Draws.

_Mir._ Think not the mighty Present of your Jewels, enough to purchase