Chapter 64

_Frederick_._

_Prince._ Oh! I am ravish’d with excess of Joy.

_Mir._ Enough, my charming Prince! Oh, you have said enough.

_Prince._ Never, my _Mirtilla_!

The Sun that views the World, nor the bright Moon, that favours Lovers Stealths, shall ever see that Hour. Vast, as thy Beauties, are my young Desires; and every new Possession kindles new Flames, soft as thy Eyes, soft as thy tender Touches; and e’er the Pantings of my Heart are laid, new Transports, from new Wishes, dance about it, and still remain in Love’s harmonious Order. [Kisses and embraces her.

Enter _George_, softly.

_Geo._ This House I know, and this should be her Bed-Chamber, because the best; and yet methought I heard another Voice--but I may be mistaken.

_Prince._ I faint with Pleasure of each tender Clasp; I sigh, and languish, gazing on thy Eyes! and die upon thy Lips, with every Kiss.

_Geo._ Surely I know that Voice! Torments, and Hell!--but ‘tis impossible. [Aside.

_Prince._ Oh! satisfy my Doubt, my trembling Doubt! Am I belov’d? Have I about me ought engaging to thee, Charmer of my Soul?

_Geo._ It is the Prince. [Aside.

_Mir._ Ah, Prince! Can you such needless Questions ask, after the Sacrifice which I have made?

_Geo._ Hell take thee for that Falshood. [Draws.

_Mir._ Think not the mighty Present of your Jewels, enough to purchase Provinces, has bought one single Sigh, or Wish: No, my dear Prince, you owe ‘em all to Love, and your own Charms.

_Geo._ Oh, damn’d, dissembling Jilt! [Aside.

_Prince._ No more, no more, my Soul’s opprest with Joy: let me unload it in thy tender Arms, and sigh it out into thy ravishing Bosom.

_Geo._ Death, and Damnation!--

I shall forget his Quality and Virtue, forget he was my Friend, or sav’d this Life; and like a River, swell’d with angry Tides, o’erflow those Banks that made the Stream so gay.

_Mir._ Who’s there?--I heard a Voice--_Manage_?

_Geo._ Yes. [Softly.

_Prince._ Approach, thou Confident of all my Joys; approach, and be rewarded-- [_Prince_ takes his Jewel from his Hat.

_Geo._ Yes, for my excellent Bauding--By Heav’n, I dare not touch his princely Person.

_Prince._ Where art thou? take this Jewel and retire. [Gropes for his Hand, gives it him.

_Geo._ E’en my Misfortunes have a sort of Luck; but I’ll withdraw, for fear this Devil about me shou’d raise my too rash Hand against his Life. [Exit.

_Prince._ Come, my eternal Pleasure--each Moment of the happy Lover’s Hour, is worth an Age of dull, and common Life.

[Exeunt into the Alcove, the Scene shuts.