er to night, when you
told me of a fine Woman that was in love with me.

_Oliv._ Why, what have you to do with Woman-kind?

_Wel._ A pretty civil Question; has the Lady that sent you a mind to be
inform'd.

_Oliv._ Or if she had, you're not at leisure now, you are taken up, Sir,
with another Beauty. Did not you swear, never to speak to Woman-kind,
till I had brought her, I told you, sigh'd for you?

_Wel._ Right, and I have kept my word religiously.

_Oliv._ The Devil you have, witness the Joy _Mirtilla_ gave your Soul:
Even now you were all Transport, all Extasy of Love; by Heaven, you had
forgot you brought me in, and past triumphant in _Mirtilla's_ Arms, Love
in your Heart, and Pleasure in your Eyes.

_Wel._ Ay, sure he mistakes me for the amorous Prince, and thus,
perhaps, has mistook me all the Night: I must not undeceive him.
[Aside.
Whate'er you saw, I have a Heart unwounded, a Heart that never soundly
loved, a little scratch it got the other day by a young Beauty in the
_Mall_, her Name I know not, but I wish'd to know it, and dogg'd her
Coach, I sigh'd a little after her, but since ne'er saw the lovely
Vision.

_Oliv._ Sure this was I. [Aside.
What Livery had she, Sir?

_Wel._ That I took notice of, 'twas Green and Gold--Since that, I trifle
now and then with Love, to chase away this Image, and that's all.

_Oliv._ Ha, now I view him well, 'tis the same handsome Fellow that
entertain'd us in the _Mall_ last Thursday.

_Wel._ Come, Sir, 'tis late, please you to take a Bed with me to Night,
where we'll beget a better Understanding.

_Oliv._ A better than you imagine--'Sdeath, to bed with him, I tremble
at the thought--Sir, I do not love a Bedfellow.

_Wel._ Sir, I have lent my Lodgings to a Stranger of Quality, or I wou'd
offer you a single Bed--but for once you may dispense with a Bedfellow.

_Oliv._ I will not put you to that trouble, Sir.

_Wel._ Do you design to make me your Friend, and use me with Ceremony?
Who waits there?

Enter Footman.

_Oliv._ 'Slife, what shall I do? I cou'd even consent, to prevent his
going to _Mirtilla_--besides, I have no home to go to--

_Wel._ Come, no more Scruples--here--a Night-Gown and a Cap for the
Gentleman.

_Oliv._ What shall I do?--I have a little urgent Business, Sir.

_Wel._ If there be absolute necessity, I'll see you to your Lodgings.

_Oliv._ Oh, by no means, Sir. 'Sdeath, whither can I go?

_Wel._ Why do you pause? Deal fr