_Divers Dreams._ Behold, _Damon_, the last Hour of your Sleep, and of my _Watch_. She leaves you at Liberty now, and you may chuse your Dreams: Trust ‘em to your Imaginations, give a Loose to Fancy, and let it rove at will, provided, _Damon_, it be always guided by a respectful _Love_. For thus far I pretend to give bounds to your Imagination, and will not have it pass beyond ‘em: Take heed, in sleeping, you give no ear to a flatt’ring _Cupid_, that will favour your slumb’ring Minutes with Lyes too pleasing and vain: You are discreet enough when you are awake; will you not be so in Dreams? _Damon_, awake; my _Watch’s_ Course is done: after this, you cannot be ignorant of what you ought to do during my Absence. I did not believe it necessary to caution you about Balls and Comedies; you know, a Lover depriv’d of his Mistress, goes seldom there. But if you cannot handsomely avoid these Diversions, I am not so unjust a Mistress, to be angry with you for it; go, if Civility, or other Duties oblige you: I will only forbid you, in consideration of me, not to be too much satisfy’d with those Pleasures; but see ‘em so, as the World may have reason to say, you do not seek them, you do not make a Business or Pleasure of them; and that ‘tis Complaisance, and not Inclination, that carries you thither. Seem rather negligent than concern’d at any thing there; and let every part of you say, Iris _is not here_-- I say nothing to you neither of your Duty elsewhere; I am satisfy’d you know it too well; and have too great a Veneration for your glorious Master, to neglect any part of that for even Love it self. And I very well know how much you love to be eternally near his illustrious Person; and that you scarce prefer your Mistress before him, in point of Love: In all things else, I give him leave to take place of _Iris_ in the noble Heart of _Damon_.