At first he strove to atone for the fears of _Calista_, with those of imagining _Philander_ false to _Sylvia_: ‘Well,’ cried he----’If thou be’st lost, _Calista_, at least thy ruin has laid a foundation for my happiness, and every triumph _Philander_ makes of thy virtue, it the more secures my empire over _Sylvia_; and since the brother cannot be happy, but by the sister’s being undone, yield thou, O faithless fair one, yield to _Philander_, and make me blest in _Sylvia_! And thou’ (continued he) ‘oh perjured lover and inconstant friend, glut thy insatiate flame----rifle _Calista_ of every virtue heaven and nature gave her, so I may but revenge it on thy _Sylvia_!’ Pleased with this joyful hope he traverses his chamber; glowing and blushing with new kindling fire, his heart that was all gay, diffused a gladness, that expressed itself in every feature of his lovely face; his eyes, that were by nature languishing, shone now with an unusual air of briskness, smiles graced his mouth, and dimples dressed his face, insensibly his busy fingers trick and dress, and set his hair, and without designing it, his feet are bearing him to _Sylvia_, till he stopped short and wondered whither he was going, for yet it was not time to make his visit--’Whither, fond heart,’ (said he) ‘O whither wouldst thou hurry this slave to thy soft fires!’ And now returning back he paused and fell to thought--He remembered how impatiently _Sylvia_ waited the return of the answer he writ to him, wherein he owned his passion for that beauty. He knew she permitted him to write it, more to raise the little brisk fires of jealousy in _Philander_, and to set an edge on his blunted love, than from any favours she designed _Octavio_; and that on this answer depended all her happiness, or the confirmation of her doubts, and that she would measure _Philander_’. love by the effects she found there of it: so that never lover had so hard a game to play, as our new one. He knew he had it now in his power to ruin his rival, and to make almost his own terms with his fair conqueress, but he considered the secret was not rendered him for so base an end, nor could his love advance itself by ways so false, dull and criminal--Between each thought he paused, and now resolves she must know he sent an answer to his letter; for should she know he had, and that he should refuse her the sight of it, he believed with reason she ought to banish him for ever her presence, as the most disobedient of her slaves. He walks and pauses on--but no kind thought presents itself to save him; either way he finds himself undone, and from the most gay, and most triumphing lover on the earth, he now, with one desirous thought of right reasoning, finds he is the most miserable of all the creation! He reads the superscription of that _Philander_ writ to _Sylvia_, which was enclosed in his, and finds it was directed only--’For _Sylvia_’, which would plainly