Prince. Hold, I scorn to need an Oath to fix my Faith; Oh! thou art all divine, and canst not err. Embraces her.
Curs’d be the Tongue that dares profane thy Virtue, and curs’d the listning Fool that dares believe it.
Geo. What a poor, wretched, baffled thing is Man, by feebler Woman aw’d and made a Coxcomb!
Mir. Durst any one traduce my Virtue, Sir, and is it possible that you could hear it?—Then perish all the Beauties you have flatter’d. Tears her Head-things.
Prince. Come to my Arms, thou Charmer of my Soul! and if one spark of Jealousy remain, one of those precious Tears shall quench the Crime—Oh, come, and let me lead thee to thy Bed, and breathe new Vows into thy panting Bosom. Leads her off, she looks back on George and smiles.
Geo. Now all the Plagues of injur’d Lovers wreck thee; ’Sdeath, where has she hid Olivia? or how am I deceiv’d?—’Tis Day, and with it new Invention rise to damn this Woman to the sin of Shame; break all the Chains that hold the princely Youth, and sink her with her fancy’d Power and Vanity.
Exit.
[Scene III.] Changes to Lady Youthly’s.
Enter Sir Rowland half dress’d, Lady Blunder in an Undress, Lady Youthly in her morning-dress, Teresia and Mr. Twang.
Sir Row. Morrow, my Lady Youthly, and thank you for my Night’s Lodging—You are as early up as if it had been your Wedding-day.