L. _Blun._ Is it so great a Crime, Brother, for a Gentleman to be drunk? Sir _Mer._ You lye like a Son of a Whore--I have been drinking Confusion to all the Fathers and Husbands in _England_. Sir _Morg._ How, Sir, Confusion to Husbands! Look ye, de see, Sir, swallow me that Word, or I’ll make you deposit all the conjugal Wine you have drunk. Sir _Mer._ I deposit all your Wine! Sirrah, you’re a Blunderbuss. Sir _Morg._ Sirrah, you are a diminutive Bully. Sir _Mer._ Sirrah, you’re the Whore of _Babylon_, and I defy you. Sir _Morg._ Lookye, de see, I scorn to draw upon a drunken Man, or so, I being sober; but I boldly challenge you into the Cellar, where thou shalt drink till thou renounce thy Character, or talk Treason enough to hang thee, and that’s fair and civil. Sir _Mer._ Agreed; and when I’m drunk enough to ravish, I’ll cuckold my old Dad, and fight him for his Mistress. Sir _Row._ I have no Patience; I’ll kill the Dog, because I’ll have the Law on my side--Come on, Sir. [Draws, the Ladies run out. Sir _Merlin_ draws. _George_ runs in and parts ‘em. _Geo._ Villain! Rascal! What, draw upon thy Father! Sir _Row._ Pray, Sir, who are you? that I may thank you for my Life. _Geo._ One, Sir, whose Duty ‘twas. [Pulls off his Vizard. Sir _Row._ What, my dear _George_!--I’ll go and cut off the Intail of my Estate presently, and thou shalt have it all, Boy, thou shalt-- [Exeunt all but _George_. _Geo._ Fortune is still my Friend: Had but Mirtilla been so! I wonder that she sends not to me: my Love’s impatient, and I cannot wait--while the dull Sot is boozing with his Brother-Fools in the Cellar, I’ll softly to the Chamber of my Love--Perhaps she waits me there-- [Exit. SCENE II. _A Chamber, and Alcove, discovers _Mirtilla_ and Prince _Frederick_._ _Prince._ Oh! I am ravish’d with excess of Joy. _Mir._ Enough, my charming Prince! Oh, you have said enough. _Prince._ Never, my _Mirtilla_! The Sun that views the World, nor the bright Moon, that favours Lovers Stealths, shall ever see that Hour. Vast, as thy Beauties, are my young Desires; and every new Possession kindles new Flames, soft as thy Eyes, soft as thy tender Touches; and e’er the Pantings of my Heart are laid, new Transports, from new Wishes, dance about it, and still remain in Love’s harmonious Order. [Kisses and embraces her. Enter _George_, softly. _Geo._ This House I know, and this should be her Bed-Chamber, because the best; and yet methought I heard another Voice--but I may be mistaken. _Prince._ I faint with Pleasure of each tender Clasp; I sigh, and languish, gazing on thy Eyes! and die upon thy Lips, with every Kiss. _Geo._ Surely I know that Voice! Torments, and Hell!--but ‘tis impossible. [Aside. _Prince._ Oh! satisfy my Doubt, my trembling Doubt! Am I belov’d? Have I about me ought engaging to thee, Charmer of my Soul? _Geo._ It is the Prince. [Aside.