_Mir._ With as much Vanity as thou wouldst do, if thou hadst won his Sword: Hast thou took care wisely to teach me all the Arts of Life, and dost thou now upbraid my Industry? Look round the World, and thou shalt see, _Lejere_, Ambition still supplies the place of Love. The worn-out Lady, that can serve your Interest, you swear has Beauties that out-charms Fifteen; and for the Vanity of Quality, you feign and languish, lye, protest, and flatter--All Things in Nature cheat, or else are cheated. _Geo._ Well said; take off thy Veil, and shew the Jilt. _Mir._ You never knew a Woman thrive so well by real Love, as by Dissimulation: This has a thousand Arts and Tricks to conquer; appears in any Shape, in any Humour; can laugh or weep, be coy or play, by turns, as suits the Lover best, while simple Love has only one Road of Sighs and Softness; these to _Lejere_ are due: But all my Charms, and Arts of gay dissembling, are for the credulous Prince.--Ha--he’s here!--and with him the dear Youth that has enslav’d me, who triumphs o’er the rest. [Aside. Enter Prince _Frederick_, _Olivia_ following, sees _Mirtilla_, and withdraws. _Oliv._ Ha! _Mirtilla_, and my Brother here? Oh, how I long to see that Stranger’s Face. [Aside. _Prince._ _Mirtilla_, thou Charmer of Life’s dull and tedious Hours, how fares thy Heart? Dwells any Pantings there, but those that Love, and his dear Joys create? _Mir._ Or if there do, you shou’d excuse it now. _Geo._ How many Devils reign in beauteous Woman! _Prince._ My dear _Lejere_, congratulate my Joys; take all my Friendship thou--but thou my Soul. Come, come, my Friend, let us retire together; I’ll give thee leave to gaze upon my Heaven, and feed on all the Sweets that Friendship may: But all the rest of the vast Store is mine. _Man._ Madam, _Endimion_ is already here. [Aside to her. _Mir._ Thou hast reviv’d me--Let him wait my Call. [Exit _Prince_ with _Mirtilla_, _George_ goes out, and peeps at the Door. _Olivia_ comes forward. _Oliv._ Spite, Spite, and dire Revenge seize my fond Soul!--Oh, that I were a Man, a loose leud Man; how easily wou’d I rob him of her Heart, and leave him but the shadow of Enjoyment! Re-enter _George_. _Geo._ Now, my dear Sister, if thou ever lov’dst me, revenge thy Brother on this perjur’d Woman, and snatch her from this gallant Rival’s Arms. She loves thee--Dissemble thou to love again; meet her Advances with an equal Ardour, and when thou hast wound her up to dalliance, I’ll bring the Prince a witness of her Shame. _Oliv._ But what if he shou’d kill me-- _Geo._ I’ll take care of that. _Oliv._ Then e’er the morning dawns, you shall behold it: She languishes to see me, and I wait on purpose for her Commands. _Geo._ As I cou’d wish: Be sure to act the Lover well. [Exit. _Oliv._ As well as I can act it. Enter _Welborn_, habited as last. That all Mankind are damn’d, I’m positive; at least all Lovers are.