Oliv. So hot!—I must prepare to shew my Sex’s Evidence, if nothing else will do. Unbuttons her Coat.
Mir. What, not a Word!
Advance, thou bashful Youth—Love in thy Eyes, and Coward in thy Heart! The one all Fire, the other too much Ice.
Prince and George looking out.
Prince. Yet stay me, my Lejere, from my hasty Vengeance.
Oliv. Ah, Madam, how are you mistaken! ’Tis not Coldness in me—but—
Mir. What, Bashfulness!
Oh, Love will lend thee Courage;
This Trembling is the soft Effects of it.
Oliv. Oh, how vilely she’s mistaken!