ir._ Thy Voice, 'tis true, can charm a thousand ways; but Lovers time
their Joys, these for the Day, those for the lovely Night. And when they
would be silently in love, have Musick of soft Sighs and gentler
Whispers.

_Oliv._ Oh, Love inspires all this--What shall I do? [Aside.

_Mir._ Nay, think not because I sent for you alone, while Night and
Silence favour Lovers Stealths, to take advantage of my yielding Heart.

_Oliv._ I wou'd to Heaven she were in earnest now.

A Noise. Enter _Manage_.

_Man._ Oh, hide your Favourite, Madam--do you hear.

_Mir._ A jealous Lover only, comes in such a Storm--Dear, to my Heart,
whose Safety is my Life. Submit to be conceal'd--but where--Oh Heavens,
he comes--'Tis for you I fear--
[They search for a place.

_Man._ He comes--

_Mir._ Here, let my Train secure you--Till now I never found the right
Use of long Trains and Farthingals.
[She kneels, _Man._ puts her Train over _Olivia_.

Enter _Prince_ and _George_, at the Door.

_Geo._ 'Sdeath, you have made these Pauses and Alarms to give her time
to jilt you.

_Prince._ Pray Heaven she do--I'd not be undeceiv'd for all the Sun
surveys.
[Enters.

_Mir._ My Lord the Prince! now you are kind indeed.
[Goes and embraces him.
--hah! what means this Unconcern?

_Prince._ I thought I'ad left you sick, extremely sick.

_Mir._ And are you griev'd to find my Health return?

_Prince._ No, wondrous glad of it. You're mighty gay, _Mirtilla_, much
in Glory.

_Mir._ Can he, who lays his Fortune at my Feet, think me too glorious
for his Arms and Eyes?

_Geo._ Fifty to one the Gipsy jilts him yet. [Aside.

_Prince._ Pray Heaven she lyes but handsomly-- [Aside.
--for mine, _Mirtilla_! Ha--ha--

_Mir._ Am I not yours? You cannot doubt my Vows.

_Geo._ She'll do't, and make me love her anew for her rare dexterity at
dissembling.

_Prince._ I left you wearied, going to your Bed, but find you at your
Toylet gayly dress'd, as if some Conquest you design'd e'er morning.

_Mir._ _Manage_, Sir, from the Fire, secur'd these Trifles, and I was
trying several Dresses on; that this slight Beauty that you say has
charm'd you, might, when you saw it next, complete the Conquest.

_Geo._ And that thou wilt, if Flattery can do't.

_Prince._ Now, were she guilty, as I'm sure she's not, this Softness
would undo me, and appease me.

_Mir._ You seem as if you doubted what I say.
[This while, _Olivia_