SCENE V.
Cratander, Teraminta.
Cra.
The Prince, fair Teraminta, begs excuse,
Sudden Prevention stops his wisht Approach,
Or he'd attend you.
Ter.
Talk not of Princes to a Shepherdess,
Nor mock a wretched Maid.
Cra.
Misapprehension
O'ersways your Patience, hear me, I beseech you.
Ter.
Wou'd I had never heard or him, or you.
Cra.
And wou'd to Heav'n that neither he or I
Had e'er beheld those most destructive Charms.
You wrong the Prince, too haughty Shepherdess
He's but too constant.
Ter.
Constancy and Man!
Are Contradictions so directly manifest;
The very mention is ridiculous.
Cra.
Then you'll not hear.
Ter.
I've heard too much already.
[Exit.
Cra.
And so have I—I'll carry him your Answer.
AIR.
Adieu, adieu,
You'll scorn, you'll rue,
And find him true,
When 'tis too late;
Not worth the Care,
Of Cuba's Heir;
Insulting Fair!
Lament—your Fate.
[Exit.
