le seriously.

_Geo._ Would it displease you, should you see a Billet from her?

_Prince._ That's as it were directed. [Gravely.

_Geo._ You would not credit what you saw last Night.

_Prince._ Nor wou'd have lost that Night for all the Treasure the vast
Ocean hides.

_Geo._ I wou'd not have a Man, so good and great, be made a Woman's
Property--There, Sir.
[Gives him the Billet.

_Prince._ I'll not believe it her's; there are a thousand ways to ruin
Innocence; if she be false--she's damn'd. Confirm me, and of course I
shall despise her. You cure me, when you shew her worth my Scorn.

_Geo._ Will you be rul'd then, and believe it Friendship in me?

_Prince._ I will.

_Geo._ Give her, by Absence, but an Opportunity; feign some Excuse to
leave the Town to day.

_Prince._ See where she comes--

Enter _Mirtilla_.

Adorn'd with all the beauteous Wonders of her Sex. The Gods of Love are
playing in her Eyes, and give us Wounds from ev'ry graceful Motion. Ah,
my _Mirtilla_! how shall I support the Absence of a many coming Hours,
that languish, being from thee but a Moment?

_Mir._ I hope, my Lord, Fate is not so unkind, to let me live without
you many Hours.

_Prince._ Can all this be dissembl'd? [Aside to _George_.

_Geo._ How much more have I heard? yet all was false.

_Prince._ I must this Day--this tedious live-long Day, be absent from
thy Sight--but shall be back i'th' Evening: I'll leave _Lejere_ to wait
on your Commands.

_Mir._ _Lejere_ shall ever, Sir, be dear to me--But I'll retire, and
sigh till your Return--that World affords no Pleasure where you are not.

_Prince._ Do you hear that, Sir? [Aside to _George_.
Till Night, thou dearest Blessing of my Life--Adieu.
[_Mirtilla_ going out, pulls _Lejere_ by the Sleeve.

_Mir._ Thou little, mischievous informing Thing, how vainly hast thou
lavish'd out Invention!
[Smiling. [Exit.

_Prince._ By Heaven, methinks 'twere Sin but to suspect her.

_Geo._ Think so; I'll trouble your Repose no more: I've done my Duty,
and I wou'd not see you made a--

_Prince._ Property--Ha--A loath'd convenient Tool--A Woman's
Implement--'Sdeath! she that off--Loose to the nasty Love of every Fool,
that will be flatter'd, cozen'd, jilted, cuckolded--No more--I will,
unseen, convey my self into the Closet in my Dressing-Room; 'tis near
her Bed--and if I find her wanton--

_Geo._ If you find her--the Youth is waiting now that shall convinc