Wel. Right, and I have kept my word religiously.
Oliv. The Devil you have, witness the Joy Mirtilla gave your Soul: Even now you were all Transport, all Extasy of Love; by Heaven, you had forgot you brought me in, and past triumphant in Mirtilla’s Arms, Love in your Heart, and Pleasure in your Eyes.
Wel. Ay, sure he mistakes me for the amorous Prince, and thus, perhaps, has mistook me all the Night: I must not undeceive him. Aside.
Whate’er you saw, I have a Heart unwounded, a Heart that never soundly loved, a little scratch it got the other day by a young Beauty in the Mall, her Name I know not, but I wish’d to know it, and dogg’d her Coach, I sigh’d a little after her, but since ne’er saw the lovely Vision.
Oliv. Sure this was I. Aside.
What Livery had she, Sir?
Wel. That I took notice of, ’twas Green and Gold—Since that, I trifle now and then with Love, to chase away this Image, and that’s all.
Oliv. Ha, now I view him well, ’tis the same handsome Fellow that entertain’d us in the Mall last Thursday.
Wel. Come, Sir, ’tis late, please you to take a Bed with me to Night, where we’ll beget a better Understanding.
Oliv. A better than you imagine—’Sdeath, to bed with him, I tremble at the thought—Sir, I do not love a Bedfellow.