Enter Prince Frederick; they meet and embrace.
Geo. My Life’s Preserver, welcome to my Arms as Health to sick Men.
[Prince.] And thou to mine as the kind Mistress to the longing Lover; my Soul’s Delight, and Darling of the Fair.
Geo. Ah Prince! you touch my bleeding Wound.
[Prince.] Ha, Lejere! leave to unhappy Lovers those Sighs, those folded Arms, and down-cast Eyes.
Geo. Then they are fit for me; my Mistress, Sir, that Treasure of my Life, for whom you’ve heard me sigh, is perjur’d, false, and married to another. Yet what is worse, I find my Prince, my Friend, here in my native Country, and am not able to pay him what his Greatness merits.
[Prince.] You pain me when you compliment my Friendship. Embracing.
Geo. Perhaps you will not think me worth this Honour, when you shall hear my Story.
Prince. Thou canst say nothing I can value less.
Geo. Perhaps too my way of Living has deceiv’d you, being still receiv’d by Princes, as Companions in all their Riots, Loves, and Divertisements; where ev’n you did me the Honour to esteem, and call me Friend.