_Prince._ No more;--Thou hast increas’d my Value for thee.--Oh! take my Heart, and see how’t has been us’d by a fair Charmer, since I saw thee last--That sullen day we parted, you for _England_, you may remember I design’d for _Flanders_. _Geo._ I do, with Melancholy, Sir, remember it. _Prince._ Arriv’d at _Ghent_, I went to see an _English_ Nun initiated, where I beheld the pretty Innocent, deliver’d up a Victim to foolish Chastity; but among the Relations, then attending the Sacrifice, was a fair Sister of the young Votress, but so surpassing all I’ad seen before, that I neglecting the dull holy Business, paid my Devotion to that kneeling Saint. _Geo._ That was the nearest way to Heaven, my Lord. _Prince._ Her Face, that had a thousand Charms of Youth, was heighten’d with an Air of Languishment; a lovely Sorrow dwelt upon her Eyes, that taught my new-born-Passion Awe and Reverence. _Geo._ This Description of her fires me.-- [Aside. _Prince._ Her dimpl’d Mouth, her Neck, her Hand, her Hair, a Majesty and Grace in every Motion, compleated my Undoing; I rav’d, I burnt, I languish’d with Desire, the holy Place cou’d scarce contain my Madness: with Pain, with Torture, I restrain’d my Passion when she retir’d, led sadly from the Altar. I, mixing with the Croud, enquir’d her Name and Country; her Servant told me, that she was of Quality, and liv’d in _England_, nay, in this very Town: this gave me Anguish not to be conceiv’d, till I resolv’d to follow her, which is the cause you find me here so soon. Thy Aid, thy Aid, _Lejere_, or I am lost. _Geo._ I wish to live no longer than to serve your Highness: if she be, Sir, a Maid of Quality, I shall soon find her out, and then you’ll easily conquer. You’ve all the Youth, and Beauty, that can charm; and what gains most upon a Woman’s Heart, you’ve a powerful Title, Sir, a sort of Philter, that ne’er fails to win. But you’ve not told me yet the Lady’s Name. _Prince._ I had forgot that;--’Tis in these Tablets written: [Gives him the Tablets. I’m now in haste, going to receive some Bills: I lodge at _Welborn’s_, who came over with me, being sent for to be marry’d. _Geo._ I know the House, ‘tis in _Southampton-Square_: I’ll wait upon your Highness-- [Exit _Prince_. Let me see--Daughter to a deceas’d Lord; a Maid, and no Dowry, but Beauty; living in _Lincoln’s-Inn-Fields_. [Opening the Tablets, reads. --Ha!--her Name _Mirtilla_! _Mirtilla_! [Pauses. Prince, thou hast paid thyself for all the Favours done me. _Mirtilla!_ [Pauses. Why, yes, _Mirtilla_! He takes but what she has given away already.-- Oh! damn her, she has broke her Faith, her Vows, and is no longer mine--And thou’rt my Friend. [Pauses again. _Mirtilla’s_ but my Mistress, and has taken all the Repose of my poor Life away--Yes, let him take her, I’ll resign her to him; and therefore shut my Eyes against her Charms: fix her Inconstancy about my Heart, and scorn whatever she can give me. [Exit.