And poison all my Happiness with the Prince.—
And since I am thought so criminal, I’ll take an everlasting leave of you. To the Prince.
When I am dead, may she you honour next repay your Tenderness as I have done—But may she never meet my wretched Fate. She snatches Olivia’s Sword out.
Prince. Hold, thou most valu’d Treasure of the World, or turn the pointed Weapon to my Heart.
Mir. No, I’m false, unworthy of your Love.
Geo. Yes, by Heaven. But thou hast jilted him so handsomly, thou’st vanquish’d all my Rage.
Mir. Yes, I am false; false to this Gallant Man,— To George.
false to my Husband, to my Sex’s Fame; for you more charming, I alas am perjur’d.
Prince. Lejere, have I then injur’d thee?
Geo. This is the fatal Beauty, Sir, for whom so often you have seen me languish.