--_Lejere_, behold me here the most unlucky Fellow breathing. Thou know’st I told thee how I was in love with a young Woman in the _Mall_: And this very Night I had this very Woman in my Arms. _Geo._ Is this your ill Luck, Sir? _Wel._ ‘Sdeath, all the while I took her for a Man: But finding me asleep, she softly rose; and, by a Light yet burning in my Chamber, she writ this Billet, and left it on my Table. [Gives it _George_, he reads it. _Geo._ By all that’s good, _Olivia_!--And were you very honest, Sir? _Wel._ To my eternal Shame, as chaste as Ice. _Geo._ What will you say now, _Charles_, if I bring this Woman to you again? _Wel._ Canst thou? Oh, let me kiss thy Lips away. _Geo._ For all her Frolick, _Charles_, she’s very honest, a Fortune, and of Quality--and were’t not for _Olivia_, thou shouldst marry her. _Wel._ _Olivia_ I ne’er saw, and now ‘twill be too late. _Geo._ Nay then, Sir, I must fight in her Defence. _Wel._ You fight in her defence! Why, dost thou love her?--By all that’s good, I will resign her to thee. _Geo._ You shall not, Sir; and know she is my Sister. _Wel._ _Olivia_ thy Sister!-- _Geo._ Ask no more Questions, but defend your self, if you refuse to marry her; for her Honour’s mine. _Wel._ Were she an Angel, I must love this Woman. _Geo._ Then thou shall have her--Haste, and get a Licence--no more--trust my Friendship--Go. [Exit _Welborn_. Enter _Olivia_. _Olivia_, where did you lie last Night?--Nay do not blush, for you may yet be virtuous. _Oliv._ Virtuous! Not the young Roses in the bud secur’d, nor breaking Morn ungaz’d at by the Sun, nor falling Snow has more of Purity. _Geo._ I do believe you; but your dangerous Frolicks will make the World talk shamefully. _Oliv._ Let him talk on, I will not humour Fools. _Geo._ No more--here’s _Manage_--Contrive an Assignation with _Mirtilla_; but do not hide again where none may find you. This done, I’ll tell you more, and make you happy. How now, _Manage_, is the Prince stirring? _Man._ He’s in his Dressing-Room, Sir.--This from my Lady, Sir. [Slides the Letter into _Olivia’s_ Hand as she passes out. _Geo._ What have you there, Olivia? [Takes the Billet. _Oliv._ An Assignation from your perjur’d Mistress, Sir. _Geo._ ‘Tis well--you must obey the Summons; and wind her up to all the height of Love; then let her loose to Shame. I’ll bring her Lover in the height of Dalliance, who, when he sees her Perfidy, will hate her. _Oliv._ And then the lovely Man stands fair for me. [Aside. _Geo._ Go write an Answer back--and wait her hour. [Exeunt severally. SCENE II. _The Dressing-Room. Discovers the _Prince_ at his Toylet, dressing. Musick and a Song._ Enter _George_, waits till the Song is ended. The _Prince_ sees him, comes to him with Joy, and falls about his Neck. SONG, by Mr. _Gildon_. I.