Thus, dear _Octavio_, I have sent you a novel, instead of a letter, of my first most happy adventure, of which I must repeat thus much again, that of all the enjoyments I ever had, I was never so perfectly well entertained for two hours, and I am waiting with infinite patience for a second encounter. I shall be extremely glad to hear what progress you have made in your amour; for I have lost all for _Sylvia_, but the affection of a brother, with that natural pity we have for those we have undone; for my heart, my soul and body are all _Calista_’., the bright, the young, the witty, the gay, the fondly-loving _Calista_: only some reserve I have in all for _Octavio_. Pardon this long history, for it is a sort of acting all one’s joys again, to be telling them to a friend so dear, as is the gallant _Octavio_ to PHILANDER. POSTSCRIPT. _I should, for some reasons that concern my safety, have quitted his town before, but I am chained to it, and no sense of danger while_ Calista _compels my stay._ If _Octavio_’. trouble was great before, from but his fear of _Calista_’. yielding, what must it be now, when he found all his fears confirmed? The pressures of his soul were too extreme before, and the concern he had for _Sylvia_ had brought it to the highest tide of grief; so that this addition overwhelmed it quite, and left him no room for rage; no, it could not discharge itself so happily, but bowed and yielded to all the extremes of love, grief, and sense of honour; he threw himself upon his bed, and lay without sense or motion for a whole hour, confused with thought, and divided in his concern, half for a mistress false, and half for a sister loose and undone; by turns the sister and the mistress torture; by turns they break his heart: he had this comfort left before, that if _Calista_ were undone, her ruin made way for his love and happiness with _Sylvia_, but now----he had no prospect left that could afford any ease; he changes from one sad object to another, from _Sylvia_ to _Calista_, then back to _Sylvia_; but like to feverish men that toss about here and there, remove for some relief, he shifts but to new pain, wherever he turns he finds the madman still: in this distraction of thought he remained till a page from _Sylvia_ brought him this letter, which in midst of all, he started from his bed with excess of joy, and read. SYLVIA _to_ OCTAVIO. _My Lord_,