_Geo._ What gilded thing is that?--I must disturb ‘em--’Tis I, _Mirtilla_, languishing for the appointed Happiness, while you, perhaps, are taken up with different Thoughts-- _Mir._ _Lejere!_ How very feeble do old Lovers charm! Only the new and gay have pow’r to warm--How shall I put him off? For now my ambitious Love declares for _Frederick_; ‘tis great to enslave a Prince. [Aside. --_Lejere_--wait till I give the word--perhaps it may be late--go mix your self i’th’ Crowd, you may be else suspected-- [Goes from him. _Ter._ I have a shreud guess that this should be my Man by his Shape, and Mein. [Looking round about _George_. Let me see--What’s this written on his Back?--To be lett ready furnish’d-- [Reading it. A very good hearing: So ho, ho, ho, who’s within here? [Claps him on the Back. _Geo._ Who’s there? [Exit _Olivia_. _Ter._ Love and Fortune. _Geo._ Two very good Friends of mine, prithee who art thou that bring’st ’.m? _Ter._ A wandring Nymph, that has had a swinging Character of your Person and Parts--if thou be’st the Man, prithee, dear Stranger, let me see thy Face; and if I’m not mistaken, ‘tis ten to one, but we may go near to strike up some odd Bargain or other. _Geo._ And I am as likely a Fellow for some odd Bargain or other, as ever you met with--Look ye, am I the Man? _Ter._ Let me see--a very handsome Face, inclining to round; fine wanton Eyes, with a plaguy Roguish Lear; plump, round, red Lips; not tall, nor low, and extremely well fashion’d. [Reads all this in her Tablets. --Ay, ay, you are the Man-- _Geo._ I am glad on’t, and prithee, dear Creature, let me see if thou art not the Woman-- _Ter._ Heav’n! what Woman, Sir? _Geo._ Why, any Woman that’s pretty, witty, young, and good-natur’d. _Ter._ I had rather shew anything almost than my Face. _Geo._ Faith, and that’s kind; but every thing in its due time: I love to arrive at Happiness by degrees, there’s as much Pleasure in the Journey of Love, as in the Arrival to’t, and the first Stage is a handsom Face. _Ter._ Where you bait a while, take a short Survey, and away. _Geo._ To Wit, and good Humour; where a Man finds Pleasure enough to engage him a long while. _Ter._ Then to all the small Villages, call’d little Freedoms, Kissing, Playing, Fooling, Sighing, Dying--and so on to the last Stage, where Whip and Spur laid by, all tir’d and dull, you lazily lie down and sleep. _Geo._ No, I’m a more vigorous Lover: And since in the Country of True Love there remains a _Terra Incognita_, I shall always be making new Discoveries. _Ter._ True Love! is there such a thing in the whole Map of Nature? _Geo._ Yes, I once discover’d it in my Voyage round the World. _Ter._ Sure ‘tis some enchanted Place, and vanishes as soon as ‘tis approach’d. Enter Sir _Rowland_.