_Geo._ Curse on that word: wou’d thou hadst never learnt it--it gave thy Heart, and my Repose away. _Mir._ Dost think I marry’d with that dull design? Canst thou believe I gave my Heart away, because I gave my Hand?--Fond Ceremony that--A necessary trick, devis’d by wary Age, to traffick ‘twixt a Portion and a Jointure; him whom I lov’d, is marry’d to my Soul. _Geo._ Art thou then mine? And wilt thou make Atonement, by such a charming way?--Come to my clasping Arms. Enter Lady _Blunder_ at the Door. Sees ‘em, and offers to go out again. L. _Blun._ Oh, Heavens! How rude am I?--Cry Mercy, Madam, I protest I thought you’d been alone. _Geo._ ‘Sdeath! my Aunt _Blunder_! [Aside. _Mir._ Only this Gentleman, Madam-- L. _Blun._ Sir, I beg your Pardon--and am really sorry-- _Geo._ That you find me with your Daughter, Madam. L. _Blun._ I hope you take me to be better bred, Sir: Nor had I interrupted you, but for an Accident that has happen’d to Sir _Morgan_, coming out of the City in a beastly Hackney-Coach, he was turn’d over in _Cheap-side_, and striking the filthy Coach-man, the nasty Mob came out, and had almost kill’d him, but for a young Gentleman, a Stranger, that came to his Rescue, and whom he has brought to kiss your Ladyship’s Hands--But I’ll instruct him in his Duty, he shall wait till your Ladyship is more at leisure--alas! he’s already on the Stairs. [Exit. _Mir._ Let him wait there--_Lejere_, ‘tis necessary you depart, sure of my Heart, you cannot fear the rest; the Night is hasting on; trust me but some few Hours, and then, _Lejere_, I’ll pay you back with Interest. _Geo._ All Blessings light on thee. But will your Lady Mother make no Discovery of my being here? _Mir._ She’d sooner pimp for me, and believe it a part of good Breeding:--away, I hear ‘em coming. [She puts him out at a back-Door. Enter Lady _Blunder_ peeping. L. _Blun._ He’s gone--Sir _Morgan_, you may approach. Enter Sir _Morgan_, pulling in the _Prince_, Sir _Merlin_, and a _Page_ to the _Prince_. Sir _Morg._ Nay, as Gat shall save me, Sir, you shall see my Lady, or so, d’ye see, and receive the Thanks of the House. _Prince._ As Gat shall save me, Sir, I am sorry for it--another time, Sir: I have earnest business. Now, I am sure nothing worth seeing can belong to this litter of Fools. L. _Blun._ My Daughter is a Person of Quality, I assure you, Sir. _Prince._ I doubt it not, Madam--If she be of the same Piece--Send me a fair Deliverance. [Sir _Morgan_ leads him to _Mirtilla_, he starts. --Ha! What bright Vision’s that? _Mir._ Heav’n! ‘Tis the lovely Prince I saw in _Flanders_. [Aside. Sir _Mer._ Look how he stares--why, what the Devil ails he? Sir _Morg._ To her, Sir, or so, d’ye see, what a Pox, are you afraid of her? L. _Blun._ He’s in Admiration of her Beauty, Child. _Prince._ By Heav’n, the very Woman I adore! [Aside. Sir _Morg._ How d’ye, see, Sir, how do ye, ha, ha, ha?