you have seen me
languish.

_Prince._ Ah! wouldst thou see me on a Precipice, and not prevent my
Danger?

_Geo._ To mightier Friendship I cou'd all surrender, and silently have
born her Perjuries; but those to you, awaken'd all my Rage: but she has
out-trick'd me, and I beg her Pardon--And to secure her yours, have
lov'd anew, and beg Protection in your Lodgings, Sir, for a young Maid
whom I design to marry.

_Prince._ Command my Life, my Fortune, and my Sword, for the unwilling
Injury I have done thee--And is this the charming, perjur'd Fair,
_Mirtilla_?

_Geo._ It is, Sir.

_Prince._ Since it is possible that you cou'd cease to love this Gallant
Man, whom I have heard with so much tender Passion tell your Loves, what
sacred Vows had past, and what Endearments, how can I hope from thee a
lasting Faith?--Yet on the Oaths that thou hast sworn to me--by all thy
Hopes of Pardon for thy Perjuries, to ease my panting Heart--once speak
the Truth--Didst thou not take this Woman for a Man?

_Mir._ I did--and were she so, I wou'd with Pride own all the Vows I've
broke.

_Prince._ Why, this is fair--and though I buy this Knowledge at the vast
Price of all my Repose; yet I must own, 'tis a better Bargain than
chaff'ring of a Heart for feign'd Embraces--Thou hast undone me--yet
must have my Friendship; and 'twill be still some Ease in this Extreme,
to see thee yet repent, and love _Lejere_.

_Mir._ No, Sir, this Beauty must be first declining, to make me take up
with a former Lover.

_Geo._ No, Sir, I have dispos'd my Heart another way; and the first
knowledge of her Falshood cur'd me: Her Marriage I forgave--that thing
of Form--but never could her Fondness to this Youth.

_Prince._ Who's this Lady, Sir, whose Pardon I must beg?

_Geo._ My Sister, Sir, who I disguis'd on purpose to be a Guard to this
suspected Fair One.

Enter _Welborn_.

_Wel._ Ha, she's there!

Now every Feature points me out my Conqueress.--Nay, start not--I have
found Thee, thou malicious Charmer, to bring me so near to Bliss, and
not afford me one kind hint.

_Oliv._ And are not you a very dull Fellow, that lov'd and long'd, and
had the Maid so near you, and yet needed a Hint?

_Wel._ Nay, if you conceal'd your precious Talent, how shou'd it profit
any body?

_Oliv._ Conceal'd it!--No, Faith, I made a very fair Tender; but you
refus'd it, as not being current Coin.

_Wel._ But if you most feloniously, and unlawfully deface our
So