eely with me, Sir, I hope you do not
take me for a Lover of my own Sex-- Come, come to bed.

_Oliv._ Go you, Sir, I'll sit and read by you till Day.

_Wel._ 'Sdeath, Sir, d'ye think my bed's infectious?

_Oliv._ I shall betray my Sex in my denial, and that at last I can but
do if Necessity compel me to't.
[Aside.
Go on, Sir, you have shamed me.

[Exeunt.

Enter _Prince_ and _George_.

_Prince._ And thus thou hast my whole Adventure out, short was the
Conquest, but the Joys are lasting.

_Geo._ I am glad on't, Sir.

_Prince._ Why dost wear a Cloud upon thy brows, when Love's gay Sunshine
dances in my Eyes? If thou'rt her Lover too, I pity thee; her solemn
Vows breath'd in the height of Love, disarm me of thy hopes, if
Friendship wou'd permit thee.

_Geo._ I do not think it, Sir--

_Prince._ Not think it, not think that she has sworn!

_Geo._ Yes, doubtless, Sir--she's prodigal of Vows, and I dare swear, by
all she's sworn by, she'll break 'em all: She has less Faith than all
the fickle Sex, uncertain and more wanton than the Winds, that spare no
Births of Nature in their wild course, from the tall Cedar to the
Flowers beneath, but ruffle, ravish, and ruin all.

_Prince._ I speak of my _Mirtilla_.

_Geo._ Why, so do I--of yours, of mine, or any Man's _Mirtilla._

_Prince._ Away, she that with force of Love can sigh and weep--

_Geo._ This very she, has all the while dissembled! Such Love she deals
to every gaudy Coxcomb, how will she practice then upon a Hero?

_Prince._ Away, it cannot be.

_Geo._ By all your Friendship to me, Sir, 'tis truth.

_Prince._ Racks and Tortures!--let her have made of me a mere Example,
by whom the cozen'd World might have grown wise: No matter, then I had
been pleas'd, though cullyed--Why hast thou ruined my Repose with Truths
that carry more Damnation than a Lye? But Oh--thou art my Friend, and I
forgive thee.

_Geo._ Sir, I have done, and humbly ask your Pardon. [Offers to go.

_Prince._ Stay, stay, _Lejere_,--if she be false, thou'rt all the World
has left me; and I believe--but canst thou prove this to me?

_Geo._ Perhaps I may before the Morning's dawn.

_Prince._ Ha, prove it here--here, in this very House!

_Geo._ Ay, here, Sir.

_Prince._ What, in my Lodgings will she receive her Spark--by Heaven,
were he the darling Son of a Monarch, an Empire's Hope, and Joy of all
the Fair, he shou'd not live to rifle me of Peace.--Come, shew me this