he resolves his cowardly conquest, when some kinder god awakened _Sylvia_, and brought _Octavio_ to the chamber door; who having been used to a freedom, which was permitted to none but himself, with _Antonet_ her woman, waiting for admittance, after having knocked twice softly, _Brittiard_ heard it, and redoubled his disorder, which from that of love, grew to that of surprise; he knew not what to do, whether to refuse answering, or to re-establish the reviving sense of _Sylvia_; in this moment of perplexing thought he failed not however to set his hair in order, and adjust him, though there were no need of it, and stepping to the door (after having raised _Sylvia_, leaning her head on her hand on the bed-side,) he gave admittance to _Octavio_; but, oh heaven, how was he surprised when he saw it was _Octavio_? His heart with more force than before redoubled its beats, that one might easily perceive every stroke by the motion of his cravat; he blushed, which, to a complexion perfectly fair, as that of _Brilliard_ (who wants no beauty, either in face or person) was the more discoverable, add to this his trembling, and you may easily imagine what a figure he represented himself to _Octavio_; who almost as much surprised as himself to find the goddess of his vows and devotions with a young _Endymion_ alone, a door shut to, her gown loose, which (from the late fit she was in, and _Brilliard_’. rape upon her bosom) was still open, and discovered a world of unguarded beauty, which she knew not was in view, with some other disorders of her headcloths, gave him in a moment a thousand false apprehensions: _Antonet_ was no less surprised; so that all had their part of amazement but the innocent _Sylvia_, whose eyes were beautified with a melancholy calm, which almost set the generous lover at ease, and took away his new fears; however, he could not choose but ask _Brilliard_ what the matter was with him, he looked so out of countenance, and trembled so? He told him how _Sylvia_ had been, and what extreme frights she had possessed him with, and told him the occasion, which the lovely _Sylvia_ with her eyes and sighs assented to, and _Brilliard_ departed; how well pleased you may imagine, or with what gusto he left her to be with the lovely _Octavio_, whom he perceived too well was a lover in the disguise of a friend. But there are in love those wonderful lovers who can quench the fire one beauty kindles with some other object, and as much in love as _Brilliard_ was, he found _Antonet_ an antidote that dispelled the grosser part of it; for she was in love with our amorous friend, and courted him with that passion those of that country do almost all handsome strangers; and one convenient principle of the religion of that country is, to think it no sin to be kind while they are single women, though otherwise (when wives) they are just enough, nor does a woman that manages her affairs thus discreetly meet with any reproach; of this humour was our