as only one Road of
Sighs and Softness; these to _Lejere_ are due: But all my Charms, and
Arts of gay dissembling, are for the credulous Prince.--Ha--he's
here!--and with him the dear Youth that has enslav'd me, who triumphs
o'er the rest.
[Aside.

Enter Prince _Frederick_, _Olivia_ following, sees _Mirtilla_, and
withdraws.

_Oliv._ Ha! _Mirtilla_, and my Brother here? Oh, how I long to see that
Stranger's Face.
[Aside.

_Prince._ _Mirtilla_, thou Charmer of Life's dull and tedious Hours, how
fares thy Heart? Dwells any Pantings there, but those that Love, and his
dear Joys create?

_Mir._ Or if there do, you shou'd excuse it now.

_Geo._ How many Devils reign in beauteous Woman!

_Prince._ My dear _Lejere_, congratulate my Joys; take all my Friendship
thou--but thou my Soul. Come, come, my Friend, let us retire together;
I'll give thee leave to gaze upon my Heaven, and feed on all the Sweets
that Friendship may: But all the rest of the vast Store is mine.

_Man._ Madam, _Endimion_ is already here. [Aside to her.

_Mir._ Thou hast reviv'd me--Let him wait my Call.
[Exit _Prince_ with _Mirtilla_, _George_ goes out, and peeps at
the Door. _Olivia_ comes forward.

_Oliv._ Spite, Spite, and dire Revenge seize my fond Soul!--Oh, that I
were a Man, a loose leud Man; how easily wou'd I rob him of her Heart,
and leave him but the shadow of Enjoyment!

Re-enter _George_.

_Geo._ Now, my dear Sister, if thou ever lov'dst me, revenge thy Brother
on this perjur'd Woman, and snatch her from this gallant Rival's Arms.
She loves thee--Dissemble thou to love again; meet her Advances with an
equal Ardour, and when thou hast wound her up to dalliance, I'll bring
the Prince a witness of her Shame.

_Oliv._ But what if he shou'd kill me--

_Geo._ I'll take care of that.

_Oliv._ Then e'er the morning dawns, you shall behold it: She languishes
to see me, and I wait on purpose for her Commands.

_Geo._ As I cou'd wish: Be sure to act the Lover well. [Exit.

_Oliv._ As well as I can act it.

Enter _Welborn_, habited as last.

That all Mankind are damn'd, I'm positive; at least all Lovers are.

_Wel._ What have we here? the Spark that rally'd me about a Woman at the
Ball to night? Who is it, Sir, you curse so heartily.

_Oliv._ Ha, how beautiful he is--how many Charms dwell in that lovely
Face--
[Aside.
'Tis you I curse.

_Wel._ Gad, I thank you for that, you were kind