Mir. I hope, my Lord, Fate is not so unkind, to let me live without you many Hours.
Prince. Can all this be dissembl’d? Aside to George.
Geo. How much more have I heard? yet all was false.
Prince. I must this Day—this tedious live-long Day, be absent from thy Sight—but shall be back i’th’ Evening: I’ll leave Lejere to wait on your Commands.
Mir. Lejere shall ever, Sir, be dear to me—But I’ll retire, and sigh till your Return—that World affords no Pleasure where you are not.
Prince. Do you hear that, Sir? Aside to George.
Till Night, thou dearest Blessing of my Life—Adieu. Mirtilla going out, pulls Lejere by the Sleeve.
Mir. Thou little, mischievous informing Thing, how vainly hast thou lavish’d out Invention! Smiling. Exit.
Prince. By Heaven, methinks ’twere Sin but to suspect her.
Geo. Think so; I’ll trouble your Repose no more: I’ve done my Duty, and I wou’d not see you made a—