_Mir._ You have a thousand Charms that may secure you--The Ceremony of my Nuptials is every Evening celebrated, the noise of which draws all the Town together; be here in Masquerade, and I’ll contrive it so, that you shall speak with me this Night alone. _Prince._ So, now let my Soul take Air-- L. _Blun._ What pity ‘tis so fine a Gentleman shou’d be thus. _Mir._ You must be bringing home your Fops to me, and see what comes of it. [As she passes out. Sir _Morg._ Fops! I thought him no more a Fop, than I do my own natural Cousin here. [Ex. _Mir._ in Scorn. _Prince._ Where am I? [The _Page_ has whispered him. Sir _Mer._ Why, here, Sir, here, at Sir _Morgan Blunder’s_ Lodging in _Lincolns-Inn-Fields_. _Prince._ That’s well, he has told me--Where have I been this long half hour, and more? Sir _Mer._ Nay, the Lord knows. _Prince._ I fancy’d I saw a lovely Woman. Sir _Mer._ Fancy’d--why, so you did, Man, my Lady _Mirtilla Blunder_. _Prince._ Methought I slept upon her snowy Bosom, and dreamt I was in Heaven, where I claim’d her. Sir _Mer._ Good lack aday--why, so you did, Sir, ha, ha, ha. _Prince._ And rav’d on Love; and talk’d abundance of Nonsense. Sir _Morg._ Ha, ha, ha, by my Troth, and so you did, Sir. _Prince._ I ask your Pardon, Sir, ‘tis an infirmity I have that ever takes me at the approach of a fine Woman, which made me so unwilling to see your Lady. Sir _Morg._ Lookye, I ask your Pardon heartily, or so, d’ye see--and am sorry you are not in a Condition to visit her often. _Prince._ I shall be better when I am us’d to her; ‘tis the first time only affects me. Sir _Morg._ Pray, Sir, be pleas’d to use your self to her, or so, d’ye see--she’s a civil Person, and a Person of Quality before I marry’d her, d’ye see. L. _Blun._ My Son tells you Truth, Sir. _Prince._ Madam, I doubt it not, pray beg her Pardon, and do you give me yours. [Bows and kisses her Hand and goes out. L. _Blun._ A most accomplish’d Person-- [Exeunt. SCENE III. Another Chamber. Enter _Olivia_ and _Teresia_, in Mens Clothes. _Oliv._ Well, the Ball does not begin these three Hours, and we’ll divert our selves at my Aunt’s Basset-Table, which you see is preparing; her natural Propensity to oblige both Sexes makes her keep a Bank on purpose to bring ‘em together. There we shall see the old and the young, the ugly and the handsome, Fools that have Money, and Wits that have none; and if the Table affords nothing to please the Appetite, we’ll abroad for Forage. Enter Sir _Merlin_ pulling in _George_, follow’d by Sir _Morgan_, Page and Footmen to _George_. Sir _Mer._ Nay, Sir, I am resolv’d you shall honour my Aunt’s Basset-Table-- _Geo._ My Aunt’s Basset-Table? There may be Money stirring among these Fools, and Fortune may befriend me. [Aside.