distance gazing on
_Mirtilla_.

_Man._ See, Madam, there's an Object may put out that Flame, and may
revive the old one.

_Mir._ Shame and Confusion.--_Lejere._ [Turns and walks away.

_Geo._ Yonder she is, that Mien and Shape I know, though the false Face
be turn'd with shame away.
[Offers to advance, and stops.
--'Sdeath,--I tremble! yet came well fortify'd with Pride and Anger.
I see thou'st in thy Eyes a little Modesty.
[Goes to her nearer.
That wou'd conceal the Treasons of thy Heart.

_Mir._ Perhaps it is their Scorn that you mistake.

_Geo._ It may be so; she that sets up for Jilting, shou'd go on; 'Twere
mean to find remorse, so young, and soon: Oh, this gay Town has
gloriously improv'd you amongst the rest; that taught you Perjury.

_Mir._ Alas! when was it sworn?

_Geo._ In the blest Age of Love, When every Power look'd down, and heard
thy Vows.

_Mir._ I was a Lover then; shou'd Heaven concern it self with Lovers
Perjuries, 'twould find no leisure to preserve the Universe.

_Geo._ And was the Woman so strong in thee, thou couldst not wait a
little? Were you so raving mad for Fool and Husband, you must take up
with the next ready Coxcomb. Death, and the Devil, a dull clumsey
Boor!--What was it charm'd you? The beastly quantity of Man about him?

_Mir._ Faith, a much better thing, five thousand Pounds a Year, his
Coach and Six, it shews well in the _Park_.

_Geo._ Did I want Coach, or Equipage, and Shew?

_Mir._ But still there wanted Fool, and Fortune to't; He does not play
at the Groom-Porter's for it; nor do the Drudgery of some worn-out Lady.

_Geo._ If I did this, thou hadst the spoils of all my Nation's
Conquests, while all the whole World was wondering whence it came; for
Heav'n had left thee nothing but thy Beauty, that dear Reward of my
industrious Love.

_Mir._ I do confess--

_Geo._ Till time had made me certain of a Fortune, which now was hasting
on.--

And is that store of Love and wondrous Joys I had been hoarding up so
many tender Hours, all lavish'd on a Brute, who never lusted 'bove my
Lady's Woman? for Love he understands no more than Sense.

_Mir._ Prithee reproach me on-- [Sighs.

_Geo._ 'Sdeath, I cou'd rave! Is this soft tender Bosom to be prest by
such a Load of Fool? Damnation on thee--Where got'st thou this coarse
Appetite? Take back the Powers, those Charms she's sworn adorn'd me,
since a dull, fat-fac'd, noisy, taudry Blockhead, can serve