_Mir._ Away, a Husband!--when Absence, that sure Remedy of Love, had heal’d the bleeding Wound _Lejere_ had made, by Heaven, I thought I ne’er shou’d love again--but since _Endymion_ has inspir’d my Soul, and for that Youth I burn, I pine, I languish. Enter _George_ richly drest, stands at a distance gazing on _Mirtilla_. _Man._ See, Madam, there’s an Object may put out that Flame, and may revive the old one. _Mir._ Shame and Confusion.--_Lejere._ [Turns and walks away. _Geo._ Yonder she is, that Mien and Shape I know, though the false Face be turn’d with shame away. [Offers to advance, and stops. --’Sdeath,--I tremble! yet came well fortify’d with Pride and Anger. I see thou’st in thy Eyes a little Modesty. [Goes to her nearer. That wou’d conceal the Treasons of thy Heart. _Mir._ Perhaps it is their Scorn that you mistake. _Geo._ It may be so; she that sets up for Jilting, shou’d go on; ‘Twere mean to find remorse, so young, and soon: Oh, this gay Town has gloriously improv’d you amongst the rest; that taught you Perjury. _Mir._ Alas! when was it sworn? _Geo._ In the blest Age of Love, When every Power look’d down, and heard thy Vows. _Mir._ I was a Lover then; shou’d Heaven concern it self with Lovers Perjuries, ‘twould find no leisure to preserve the Universe. _Geo._ And was the Woman so strong in thee, thou couldst not wait a little? Were you so raving mad for Fool and Husband, you must take up with the next ready Coxcomb. Death, and the Devil, a dull clumsey Boor!--What was it charm’d you? The beastly quantity of Man about him? _Mir._ Faith, a much better thing, five thousand Pounds a Year, his Coach and Six, it shews well in the _Park_. _Geo._ Did I want Coach, or Equipage, and Shew? _Mir._ But still there wanted Fool, and Fortune to’t; He does not play at the Groom-Porter’s for it; nor do the Drudgery of some worn-out Lady. _Geo._ If I did this, thou hadst the spoils of all my Nation’s Conquests, while all the whole World was wondering whence it came; for Heav’n had left thee nothing but thy Beauty, that dear Reward of my industrious Love. _Mir._ I do confess-- _Geo._ Till time had made me certain of a Fortune, which now was hasting on.-- And is that store of Love and wondrous Joys I had been hoarding up so many tender Hours, all lavish’d on a Brute, who never lusted ‘bove my Lady’s Woman? for Love he understands no more than Sense. _Mir._ Prithee reproach me on-- [Sighs. _Geo._ ‘Sdeath, I cou’d rave! Is this soft tender Bosom to be prest by such a Load of Fool? Damnation on thee--Where got’st thou this coarse Appetite? Take back the Powers, those Charms she’s sworn adorn’d me, since a dull, fat-fac’d, noisy, taudry Blockhead, can serve her turn as well. [Offers to go. _Mir._ You shall not go away with that Opinion of me.-- _Geo._ Oh, that false Tongue can now no more deceive--Art thou not marry’d? Tell me that, false Charmer. _Mir._ Yes.-- [Holding him.