destin'd Victim to my Rage.

_Geo._ No, my Revenge is only comical--If you wou'd see how Woman can
dissemble, come on, and follow me.

_Prince._ What, disturb her Rest! Didst thou not see her fainting with
the Fatigues this Night had given her, and begg'd me I would leave her
to Repose?

_Geo._ Yes, and wonder'd at her Art; and when you begg'd to watch by her
Bed-side, with what dear Promises she put you off; while every word fell
feebly from her Tongue, as if't had been her last, so very sick she
was--till you were gone--Hark--a Door opens--I will obscure the Lights.
[Puts away the Lights.

Enter _Olivia._ They retire a little.

_Oliv._ Was ever Maid so near to being undone? Oh Heavens! in bed with
the dear Man I love, ready to be betray'd by every Sigh.
[_George_ peeps.

_Geo._ 'Tis _Olivia_.

Enter _Manage_ groping.

_Man._ I left him here--what, by dark? _Endimion_, young, handsome Sir,
where are you?
[Calls _Olivia_.

_Geo._ Do you hear that, Sir?

_Man._ Oh, are you here?-- [Runs against _Olivia_.

_Oliv._ 'Slife, 'tis _Manage_--how shall I escape?-- [Aside.

_Man._ Come, Sir, my Lady _Mirtilla_ has dismiss'd her troublesome
Lovers, for your more agreeable Company.

_Geo._ D'ye hear that, Sir?

_Man._ Come softly on, Sir, and follow me.

_Oliv._ I'm all Obedience--

She cannot ravish me, and that's a Comfort. [Aside, going out.

_Prince._ Oh, _Lejere_--can this be possible? Can there be such a Woman?

_Geo._ Follow him, Sir, and see--

_Prince._ See what!--be witness of her Infamy? Hell! Hell, and all the
Fires of Lust possess her! when she's so old and leud, all Mankind shun
her.--I'll be a Coward in my own dire Revenge, and use no manly
Mercy.--But oh, I faint, I faint with Rage and Love, which like two
meeting Tides, swell into Storms.--Bear me a minute to my Couch within.

_Geo._ What have I done! now I repent my Rashness.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. Draws off, discovers _Mirtilla_ at her Toylet, dress'd.

Enter _Manage_, leading _Olivia_ in as _Endymion_, who falls at
_Mirtilla's_ Feet, whilst she's there, sings a Song; she takes him
up.

_Mir._ Rise,--When Lovers are alone they pardon Ceremony.--I sent for
you to end the Night with me; say--how shall we employ it?

_Oliv._ I'll sigh, and gaze upon your lovely Face.

_Mir._ Nothing but sigh, and gaze; we shall grow dull.

_Oliv._ I'll tell you Tales of Love, and sing you Songs.

_M