Where is that angel man: he who of all his kind can give me comfort?’ ’.adam,’ replied _Antonet_, ‘he is gone; while he was here, he kneeled and prayed in vain, but for a word, or look; his tears are yet remaining wet upon your feet, and all for one sensible reply, but rage had deafened you; what has he done to merit this?’ ‘Oh _Antonet_,’ cried _Sylvia_----’It was what he would not do, that makes me rave; run, haste and fetch him back----but let him leave his honour all behind: tell him he has too much consideration for _Philander_, and none for my repose. Oh, _Brilliard_,----Have I no friend in view dares carry a message from me to _Octavio_? Bid him return, oh instantly return----I die, I languish for a sight of him----descending angels would not be so welcome----Why stand ye still----have I no power with you----Will none obey----’ Then running hastily to the chamber door, she called her page to whom she cried----’Haste, haste, dear youth, and find _Octavio_ out, and bring him to me instantly: tell him I die to see him.’ The boy, glad of so kind a message to so liberal a lover, runs on his errand, while she returns to her chamber, and endeavours to recollect her senses against _Octavio_’. coming as much as possibly she could: she dismisses her attendant with different apprehensions; sometimes _Brilliard_ believed this was the second part of her first raving, and having never seen her thus, but for _Philander_, concludes it the height of tenderness and passion for _Octavio_; but because she made so public a declaration of it, he believed he had given her a philtre, which had raised her flame so much above the bounds of modesty and discretion; concluding it so, he knew the usual effects of things of that nature, and that nothing could allay the heat of such a love but possession; and easily deluded with every fancy that flattered his love, mad, stark-mad, by any way to obtain the last blessing with _Sylvia_, he consults with _Antonet_ how to get one of _Octavio_’. letters out of her lady’s cabinet, and feigning many frivolous reasons, which deluded the amorous maid, he persuaded her to get him one, which she did in half an hour after; for by this time _Sylvia_ being in as much tranquillity as it was possible a lover could be in, who had the hopes of knowing all the secrets of the false betrayer, she had called _Antonet_ to dress her; which she resolved should be in all the careless magnificence that art or nature could put on; to charm _Octavio_ wholly to obedience, whom she had sent for, and whom she expected! But she was no sooner set to her toilet, but _Octavio_’. page arrived with a letter from his master, which she greedily snatched, and read this: OCTAVIO _to_ SYLVIA.