—’Sdeath,—I tremble! yet came well fortify’d with Pride and Anger. I see thou’st in thy Eyes a little Modesty. Goes to her nearer.
That wou’d conceal the Treasons of thy Heart.
Mir. Perhaps it is their Scorn that you mistake.
Geo. It may be so; she that sets up for Jilting, shou’d go on; ’Twere mean to find remorse, so young, and soon: Oh, this gay Town has gloriously improv’d you amongst the rest; that taught you Perjury.
Mir. Alas! when was it sworn?
Geo. In the blest Age of Love, When every Power look’d down, and heard thy Vows.
Mir. I was a Lover then; shou’d Heaven concern it self with Lovers Perjuries, ’twould find no leisure to preserve the Universe.
Geo. And was the Woman so strong in thee, thou couldst not wait a little? Were you so raving mad for Fool and Husband, you must take up with the next ready Coxcomb. Death, and the Devil, a dull clumsey Boor!—What was it charm’d you? The beastly quantity of Man about him?
Mir. Faith, a much better thing, five thousand Pounds a Year, his Coach and Six, it shews well in the Park.
Geo. Did I want Coach, or Equipage, and Shew?