L. _Youth._ Marry do I not, I love not this over-finery in a Husband; those Fellows that dress, think so well of themselves, they never mind their Wives. _Geo._ Are you so dull, _Teresia_, not to see, this Habit was put on, only to get an Opportunity to tell you my Passion? L. _Youth._ Tell me of his Passion! was it so, alas, good Young Man--Well, well, I’ll defer your Joys no longer, this Night shall make you happy, Mr. _Twang_ shall join us, Sir. _Geo._ A blessed hearing--You see, Charming Maid, how very short a space there is between this and the hast’ning hour; stand not on Virgin Niceties, but answer me, our time admits of no Consideration. _Ter._ I have not been this Four and Twenty hours a Lover, to need Considering; as soon as you had my Heart, you had my Consent, and that was the first moment I saw you at the _Basset-Table_. _Geo._ Ha! at the Basset-Table! _Ter._ Yes, I was the frank Youth that lent you Money--but no more--your Time and Place. L. _Youth._ What are you prating to him there? _Ter._ He doubts your Love, Madam, and I’m confirming it. L. _Youth._ Alas, good Gentleman!--anon I’ll convince him--for in the Ev’ning, Sir, the Priest shall make us one. _Geo._ Ah, Madam, I cou’d wish ‘twere not so long defer’d, for sure I love you like a sighing Swain, and as a Proof of it, I have here prepar’d an Emblem of my Love in a Dance of Country Lovers, when Passion is sincere. L. _Youth._ Good-lack-a-day, indeed you’re so obliging: But pray let us have the Dance. [Dance. L. _Youth._ Very pretty indeed. Come, good Gentleman, don’t droop, don’t droop; come, hold up your Head--you may be allow’d one kiss beforehand. _Geo._ [Kisses her.] Oh, what a pestilential Blast was there! [Aside. L. _Youth._ Come, come, _Teresia_, come with me. _Geo._ [to _Teresia_.] I’ll send a Chair to your Back-gate anon, that shall wait you on the Field-side, and bring you whither I shall appoint. Get ready instantly. _Ter._ And if I fail, may I be eternally damn’d to the Embraces of old Age. [Exeunt all but _George_. _Geo._ _Mirtilla_, thus thy Scorn I will out-brave, And let my Father the kind Cheat forgive; _If I with dexterous charitable care_ _Ease him of Burdens he wants strength to bear._ [Exit. ACT V. SCENE I. _Welborn’s_ Chamber. Enter _Welborn_ dressing himself; to him a Footman with a Letter. _Wel._ Prithee what became of the Spark that lay with me last Night? _Foot._ I know not, Sir, he ‘rose before day--What Letter’s this, Sir? It lay upon your Toylet. [Gives _Welborn_ a Letter. _Wel._ _To the dear Man whose Name I would be glad to know_-- [Reads. Hum--a Woman’s Hand-- [Opens it. _The Lady you saw last _Thursday_ in the _Mall_, you had in Bed with you last Night. _Adieu_._ Oh! dull Divinity of Love! that by no Instinct, no sympathizing Pains or Pleasure, could instruct my Sense, how near I was to Happiness! Enter _George_, fine.