she spoke in a tone less fierce, and with great pride, and had not paused and walked above a hasty turn or two, but _Octavio_, as impatient as love could make him, entered the chamber, so dressed, so set out for conquest, that I wonder at nothing more than that _Sylvia_ did not find him altogether charming, and fit for her revenge, who was formed by nature for love, and had all that could render him the dotage of women: but where a heart is prepossessed, all that is beautiful in any other man serves but as an ill comparison to what it loves, and even _Philander_’. likeness, that was not indeed _Philander_, wanted the secret to charm. At _Octavio_’. entrance she was so fixed on her revenge of love, that she did not see him, who presented himself as so proper an instrument, till he first sighing spoke, ‘Ah, _Sylvia_, shall I never see that beauty easy more? Shall I never see it reconciled to content, and a soft calmness fixed upon those eyes, which were formed for looks all tender and serene; or are they resolved’ (continued he, sighing) ‘never to appear but in storms when I approach?’ ‘Yes,’ replied she, ‘when there is a calm of love in yours that raises it.’ ‘Will you confine my eyes,’ said he, ‘that are by nature soft? May not their silent language tell you my heart’s sad story?’ But she replied with a sigh, ‘It is not generously done, _Octavio_, thus to pursue a poor unguarded maid, left to your care, your promises of friendship. Ah, will you use _Philander_ with such treachery?’ ‘Sylvia,’ said he,’.y flame is so just and reasonable, that I dare even to him pronounce I love you; and after that dare love you on----’ ‘And would you’ (said she) ‘to satisfy a little short lived passion, forfeit those vows you have made of friendship to _Philander_? ‘That heart that loves you, Sylvia,’ (he replied) ‘cannot be guilty of so base a thought; _Philander_ is my friend, and as he is so, shall know the dearest secrets of my soul. I should believe myself indeed ungrateful’ (continued he) ‘wherever I loved, should I not tell _Philander_; he told me frankly all his soul, his loves, his griefs, his treasons, and escapes, and in return I will pay him back with mine.’ ‘And do you imagine’ (said she) ‘that he would permit your love?’ ‘How should he hinder me?’ (replied he.) ‘I do believe’ (said she) ‘he’d forget all his safety and his friendship, and fight you.’ ’.hen I’d defend myself,’ (said he) ‘if he were so ungrateful.’ While they thus argued, _Sylvia_ had her thoughts apart, on the little stratagems that women in love sometimes make use of; and _Octavio_ no sooner told her he would send _Philander_ word of his love, but she imagined that such a knowledge might retrieve the heart of her lover, if indeed it were on the wing, and revive the dying embers in his soul, as usually it does from such occasions; and on the other side, she thought that she might more allowably receive _Octavio_’. addresses, when they were with the permission of _Philander_, if he