Mir. Let him wait there—Lejere, ’tis necessary you depart, sure of my Heart, you cannot fear the rest; the Night is hasting on; trust me but some few Hours, and then, Lejere, I’ll pay you back with Interest.
Geo. All Blessings light on thee. But will your Lady Mother make no Discovery of my being here?
Mir. She’d sooner [pimp] for me, and believe it a part of good Breeding:—away, I hear ’em coming. She puts him out at a back-Door.
Enter Lady Blunder peeping.
L. Blun. He’s gone—Sir Morgan, you may approach.
Enter Sir Morgan, pulling in the Prince, Sir Merlin, and a Page to the Prince.
Sir Morg. Nay, as Gat shall save me, Sir, you shall see my Lady, or so, d’ye see, and receive the Thanks of the House.
Prince. As Gat shall save me, Sir, I am sorry for it—another time, Sir: I have earnest business. Now, I am sure nothing worth seeing can belong to this litter of Fools.
L. Blun. My Daughter is a Person of Quality, I assure you, Sir.
Prince. I doubt it not, Madam—If she be of the same Piece—Send me a fair Deliverance. Sir Morgan leads him to Mirtilla, he starts.