They dismiss’d the Fellow, and with many Embraces, congratulated their fortunate Delivery from the Mischief which came so near them, each blaming himself as the Occasion: Aurelian accusing his own unadvisedness in stealing upon Hippolito; Hippolito blaming his own temerity and weakness, in being so easily frighted to Disorder; and last of all, his blindness, in not knowing his dearest Friend. But there he gave a Sigh, and passionately taking Aurelian by the Hand, cry’d, Ah! my Friend, Love is indeed blind, when it would not suffer me to see you—There arose another Sigh; a Sympathy seiz’d Aurelian immediately: (For, by the Way, sighing is as catching among Lovers, as yawning among the Vulgar.) Beside hearing the Name of Love, made him fetch such a Sigh, that Hippolito’s were but Fly-blows in Comparison, that was answered with all the Might Hippolito had, Aurelian ply’d him close till they were both out of Breath. Thus not a Word pass’d, though each wondred why the t’other sigh’d, at last concluded it to be only Complaisance to one another. Aurelian broke the Silence, by telling him the Misfortune of his Governour. Hippolito rejoic’d as at the luckiest Accident which could have befall’n him. Aurelian wondred at his unseasonable Mirth, and demanded the Cause of it; he answer’d, It would necessitate his longer Stay in Florence, and for ought he knew be the Means of bringing a happy Period to his Amour. His Friend thought him to be little better than a Madman, when he perceiv’d him of a suddain snatch out of his Bosom a Handkerchief, which having kiss’d with a great deal of Ardour, he took Aurelian by the Hand, and smiling at the Surprize he saw him in; ‘Your Florentine Cupid is certainly (said he) ‘the most Expert in the World. I have since I saw you beheld the most Beautiful of Women. I am faln desperately in Love with her, and those Papers which you see so blotted and scattered, are but so many Essays which I have made to the Declaration of my Passion. And this Handkerchief which I so zealously Caress, is the Inestimable Token which I have to make my self known to her. ‘O Leonora! (continued he) ‘how hast thou stamp’d thine Image on my Soul! How much dearer am I to my self, since I have had thy Heavenly Form in keeping! Now, my Aurelian, I am worthy thee; my exalted Love has Dignified me, and rais’d me far above thy poor former Despicable Hippolito.