_Oliv._ Yet pray resolve to see my Father first; for now’s the critical time to make thy Fortune: he came to Town last night, and lodges here at Mrs. _Manage’s_, with my Aunt _Blunder_.
_Geo._ What, in the House with thee, and not know thee?
_Oliv._ No more than a Priest Compassion; he thinks me at _Hackney_, making Wax Babies, where he intends to visit me within these three days,--But I forgot to tell you, our Brother, Sir _Merlin_, lodges in this House with you; and shou’d he know you--
_Geo._ ‘Tis impossible--I’ve not see him, or my Father, these five Years. Absence, my Growth, and this unexpected Equipage, will not be penetrated by his Capacity.
_Oliv._ True, he’ll never look for his Brother _George_, in the Gallantry and Person of Monsieur _Lejere_--My good Father expects you home, like the prodigal Son, all torn and tatter’d, and as penitent too.
_Geo._ To plod on here, in a laborious Cheating, all my Youth and Vigour, in hopes of drunken Pleasures when I’m old; or else go with him into _Wales_, and there lead a thoughtless Life, hunt, and drink, and make love to none but Chamber-maids. No, my _Olivia_, I’ll use the sprightly Runnings of my Life, and not hope distant Pleasures from its Dregs.
_Oliv._ For that, use your Discretion; now equip your self to your present Business; the more simply you are clad and look, the better. I’ll home and expect you. [Exit.
_Geo._ Do so, my good Sister; a little formal Hypocrisy may do, ‘twill relish after Liberty; for a Pleasure is never so well tasted, as when it’s season’d with some Opposition.
_Britt._ Sir, I’ve News to tell you, will surprize you; Prince _Frederick_ is arriv’d.
_Geo._ Is’t possible? I left him going for _Flanders_.
_Britt._ Passing by our Door, and seeing your Livery, he enquir’d for you; and finding you here, alighted just now. But see, Sir, he’s here.
Enter Prince _Frederick_; they meet and embrace.
_Geo._ My Life’s Preserver, welcome to my Arms as Health to sick Men.
_Prince._ And thou to mine as the kind Mistress to the longing Lover; my Soul’s Delight, and Darling of the Fair.
_Geo._ Ah Prince! you touch my bleeding Wound.
_Prince._ Ha, _Lejere_! leave to unhappy Lovers those Sighs, those folded Arms, and down-cast Eyes.