Geo. I know the House, ’tis in [Southampton-Square]: I’ll wait upon your Highness— Exit Prince.
Let me see—Daughter to a deceas’d Lord; a Maid, and no Dowry, but Beauty; living in Lincoln’s-Inn-Fields. Opening the Tablets, reads.
—Ha!—her Name Mirtilla! Mirtilla! Pauses.
Prince, thou hast paid thyself for all the Favours done me. Mirtilla! Pauses.
Why, yes, Mirtilla! He takes but what she has given away already.—
Oh! damn her, she has broke her Faith, her Vows, and is no longer mine—And thou’rt my Friend. Pauses again.
Mirtilla’s but my Mistress, and has taken all the Repose of my poor Life away—Yes, let him take her, I’ll resign her to him; and therefore shut my Eyes against her Charms: fix her Inconstancy about my Heart, and scorn whatever she can give me.
Exit.
[ Scene II.] A Chamber.
Enter Sir Morgan Blunder in a Night-Gown and Cap; to him Manage with a [Caudle].