Enter George, softly.
Geo.
This House I know, and this should be her Bed-Chamber, because the Best; and yet methought I heard another Voice — but I may be mi∣staken.
Prince.
I faint with Pleasure of each tender Clasp: I sigh, and languish, gazing on thy Lyes; and dye upon thy Lips, with every Kiss!
Geo.
Surely I know that Voice! Torments, and Hell!— but 'tis im∣possible?
(Aside.)
Prince.
Oh! satisfie my Doubt, my trembling Doubt! Am I belov'd? Have I about me ought engaging to Thee, Charmer of my Soul?
Geo.
It is the Prince.
(Aside)
Mir.
Ah, Prince! Can you such needless Questions ask, after the Sacri∣fice which I have made.
Geo.
Hell take thee for that Falshood.
(Draws.)
Mir.
Think not the mighty Present of your Jewels, enough to purchase Provinces, has bought one single Sigh, or Wish: No, my dear Prince, you owe 'em all to Love, and your own Charms.
Geo.
Oh damn'd, dissembling Jilt!
(Aside)
Prince.
No more, no more, my Soul's opprest with Joy: let me unload it in thy tender Arms, and sigh it out into thy ravishing Bosom.
Geo.
Death, and Damnation! —
I shall forget his Quality, and Virtue, forget he was my Friend or sav'd this Life; and like a River, swell'd with angry Tydes, o'erflow those Banks that made the Stre••m so gay.
Mir.
Who's there?— I heard a Voice— Manage?
Prince.
Approach thou Confident of all my Joys; approach, and be Re∣warded—
(Prince takes his J••wel from his Hat.)
Geo.
Yes, for my excellent Bawding — By Heav'n I dar not touch his Princely Person.
Prince.
Where art thou? take this Jewel, and retire.
(Gropes for his Hand, gives it him.)
Geo.
Ev'n my Misfortunes have a sort of Luck; but I'll withdraw, for fear this Devil about me, shou'd raise my too rash Hand against his Life.
Exit.
Prince.
Come, my eternal Pleasure— each Moment of the happy Lo∣ver's Hour, is worth an Age of dull, and common Life
Exeunt into the Alcove, the Scene shuts.