haritable care_
_Ease him of Burdens he wants strength to bear._ [Exit.

ACT V.

SCENE I. _Welborn's_ Chamber.

Enter _Welborn_ dressing himself; to him a Footman with a Letter.

_Wel._ Prithee what became of the Spark that lay with me last Night?

_Foot._ I know not, Sir, he 'rose before day--What Letter's this, Sir?
It lay upon your Toylet.
[Gives _Welborn_ a Letter.

_Wel._ _To the dear Man whose Name I would be glad to know_--
[Reads.
Hum--a Woman's Hand-- [Opens it.

_The Lady you saw last _Thursday_ in the _Mall_, you had in Bed with
you last Night. _Adieu_._

Oh! dull Divinity of Love! that by no Instinct, no sympathizing Pains or
Pleasure, could instruct my Sense, how near I was to Happiness!

Enter _George_, fine.

--_Lejere_, behold me here the most unlucky Fellow breathing. Thou
know'st I told thee how I was in love with a young Woman in the _Mall_:
And this very Night I had this very Woman in my Arms.

_Geo._ Is this your ill Luck, Sir?

_Wel._ 'Sdeath, all the while I took her for a Man: But finding me
asleep, she softly rose; and, by a Light yet burning in my Chamber, she
writ this Billet, and left it on my Table.
[Gives it _George_, he reads it.

_Geo._ By all that's good, _Olivia_!--And were you very honest, Sir?

_Wel._ To my eternal Shame, as chaste as Ice.

_Geo._ What will you say now, _Charles_, if I bring this Woman to you
again?

_Wel._ Canst thou? Oh, let me kiss thy Lips away.

_Geo._ For all her Frolick, _Charles_, she's very honest, a Fortune, and
of Quality--and were't not for _Olivia_, thou shouldst marry her.

_Wel._ _Olivia_ I ne'er saw, and now 'twill be too late.

_Geo._ Nay then, Sir, I must fight in her Defence.

_Wel._ You fight in her defence! Why, dost thou love her?--By all that's
good, I will resign her to thee.

_Geo._ You shall not, Sir; and know she is my Sister.

_Wel._ _Olivia_ thy Sister!--

_Geo._ Ask no more Questions, but defend your self, if you refuse to
marry her; for her Honour's mine.

_Wel._ Were she an Angel, I must love this Woman.

_Geo._ Then thou shall have her--Haste, and get a Licence--no
more--trust my Friendship--Go.
[Exit _Welborn_.

Enter _Olivia_.

_Olivia_, where did you lie last Night?--Nay do not blush, for you may
yet be virtuous.

_Oliv._ Virtuous! Not the young Roses in the bud secur'd, nor breaking
Morn ungaz'd at by the Sun, nor falling Snow has more of Purity.