Sir _Mer._ Sir _Morgan_, pray know this worthy Gentleman, I have the honour to lodge in the House with him. [They salute one another. Sir, this is Sir _Morgan Blunder_, a Person of Quality in _Wales_, I assure you. _Geo._ I question it not, Sir, and am proud of the Honour of kissing your Hands. _Ter._ Yonder’s a handsom Gentleman. _Oliv._ My Brother _George_, as I live, ‘tis as I cou’d wish. [Aside. Enter _Welborn_. _Wel._ _Lejere!_ _Geo._ _Welborn!_ Welcome from _Paris_, I heard of your arrival from Prince _Frederick_. _Wel._ Yes, I am come to my Destruction, Friend. _Geo._ Ay, thou’rt to be marry’d, I hear, to a _Welch_ Fortune. _Wel._ Though Matrimony be a sufficient Curse, yet that’s not the worst--I am fall’n most damnably in love, since I arriv’d, with a young Creature I saw in the _Mall_ t’other Night; of Quality she was, I dare swear, by all that was about her; but such a Shape! a Face! a Wit! a Mind, as in a moment quite subdu’d my Heart: she had another Lady with her, whom (dogging her Coach) I found to be a Neighbour of mine, and Grand-Daughter to the Lady _Youthly_; but who my Conqueror was I never since could learn. _Oliv._ ‘Slife, _Teresia_, yonder’s the handsom Fellow that entertain’d us with so much Wit, on _Thursday_ last in the _Mall_. _Ter._ What, when you chang’d your Breeches for Petticoats at my Lodgings. _Oliv._ That Night, and ever since, I have felt a sort of a Tendre for him. _Ter._ As I do for his Friend--Pray Heav’n he be not marry’d! I fear he has laid an Imbargo on my Heart, before it puts out of the Port. _Geo._ Are you not for the Basset? _Wel._ No, I’ve business at the Ball to night; besides, my Lady _Blunder_ has a Quarrel to me for last Night’s Debauch; I’ll wait on you in the Morning. [Exit _Welborn_. _Geo._ Well, you to your Business, and I to mine. [Speaks as the rest go out. Let the dull trading Fool by Business live, Statesmen by Plots; the Courtier cringe to thrive; The Fop of Noise and Wealth be cullied on, And purchase no one Joy by being undone, Whilst I by nobler careless ways advance, Since Love and Fortune are acquir’d by Chance. [Exeunt Omnes. _The End of the Second Act._ A Song, sung by Sir _Rowland_ in the second Act. To _TERESIA_. _Though the Young prize _Cupid’s_ Fire, ‘Tis more valu’d by the Old; The Sun’s Warmth we now admire, More than when the Season’s cold._ _Dialogues in the Masque, at the beginning of the third Act._ _He._ Time and Place you see conspire, With tender Wishes, fierce Desire; See the willing Victim stands To be offer’d by your Hands: Ah! Let me on Love’s Altars lying, Clasp my Goddess whilst I’m dying. _She._ Oh Lord! what hard words, and strange things d’ye say; Your Eyes too seem closing, and just dying away: Ah! pray what d’ye want? Explain but your mind, Which did I but know, perhaps I’d be kind.