_Geo._ To mightier Friendship I cou’d all surrender, and silently have born her Perjuries; but those to you, awaken’d all my Rage: but she has out-trick’d me, and I beg her Pardon--And to secure her yours, have lov’d anew, and beg Protection in your Lodgings, Sir, for a young Maid whom I design to marry. _Prince._ Command my Life, my Fortune, and my Sword, for the unwilling Injury I have done thee--And is this the charming, perjur’d Fair, _Mirtilla_? _Geo._ It is, Sir. _Prince._ Since it is possible that you cou’d cease to love this Gallant Man, whom I have heard with so much tender Passion tell your Loves, what sacred Vows had past, and what Endearments, how can I hope from thee a lasting Faith?--Yet on the Oaths that thou hast sworn to me--by all thy Hopes of Pardon for thy Perjuries, to ease my panting Heart--once speak the Truth--Didst thou not take this Woman for a Man? _Mir._ I did--and were she so, I wou’d with Pride own all the Vows I’ve broke. _Prince._ Why, this is fair--and though I buy this Knowledge at the vast Price of all my Repose; yet I must own, ‘tis a better Bargain than chaff’ring of a Heart for feign’d Embraces--Thou hast undone me--yet must have my Friendship; and ‘twill be still some Ease in this Extreme, to see thee yet repent, and love _Lejere_. _Mir._ No, Sir, this Beauty must be first declining, to make me take up with a former Lover. _Geo._ No, Sir, I have dispos’d my Heart another way; and the first knowledge of her Falshood cur’d me: Her Marriage I forgave--that thing of Form--but never could her Fondness to this Youth. _Prince._ Who’s this Lady, Sir, whose Pardon I must beg? _Geo._ My Sister, Sir, who I disguis’d on purpose to be a Guard to this suspected Fair One. Enter _Welborn_. _Wel._ Ha, she’s there! Now every Feature points me out my Conqueress.--Nay, start not--I have found Thee, thou malicious Charmer, to bring me so near to Bliss, and not afford me one kind hint. _Oliv._ And are not you a very dull Fellow, that lov’d and long’d, and had the Maid so near you, and yet needed a Hint? _Wel._ Nay, if you conceal’d your precious Talent, how shou’d it profit any body? _Oliv._ Conceal’d it!--No, Faith, I made a very fair Tender; but you refus’d it, as not being current Coin. _Wel._ But if you most feloniously, and unlawfully deface our Sovereign’s Image, so as it may be as soon taken for the Grand Signior’s, I may suspect the Metal too. _Oliv._ What say you if I tender it before these lawful Witnesses? _Wel._ I’ll take it for good Payment--I _Charles Welborn_-- _Oliv._ Ha, _Welborn_! [Aside. _Wel._ Take thee--whom?--Gad, if the Parson of the Parish knew your Name no better than I--’twill be but a blind Bargain. _Geo._ _Olivia Marteen_-- _Wel._ My destin’d Wife! _Geo._ The very same: Have you the Parson ready? _Wel._ He waits in my Chamber. _Oliv._ Madam, I beg you’ll lend me something more becoming my Sex.