counselled him; yet he scorned his darling should be schooled by his equals in power. So that resolving either to discard him, or draw him from the love of this woman; he one morning goes to his nephew’s house, and sending him up word by his page he would speak to him, he was conducted to his chamber, where he found him in his night-gown: he began to upbraid him, first, with his want of respect and duty to him, and next, of his affairs, neglecting to give his attendance on the public: he tells him he is become a scandal to the commonwealth, and that he lived a lewd life with another man’s wife: he tells him he has all her story, and she was not only a wife, but a scandalous mistress too to _Philander_. ‘She boasts,’ says he, ‘of honourable birth; but what is that, when her conduct is infamous? In short, sir,’ continued he, ‘your life is obnoxious to the whole province: why what, sir----cannot honest men’s daughters’ (cried he more angrily) ‘serve your turn, but you must crack a Commandment? Why, this is flat adultery: a little fornication in a civil way might have been allowed, but this is stark naught. In fine, sir, quit me this woman, and quit her presently; or, in the first place, I renounce thee, cast thee from me as a stranger, and will leave thee to ruin, and the incensed _States_. A little pleasure--a little recreation, I can allow: a layer of love, and a layer of business--But to neglect the nation for a wench, is flat treason against the State; and I wish there were a law against all such unreasonable whore-masters--that are statesmen--for the rest it is no great matter. Therefore, in a word, sir, leave me off this mistress of yours, or we will secure her yet for a _French_ spy, that comes to debauch our commonwealth’s men----The _States_ can do it, sir, they can----’ Hitherto _Octavio_ received all with a blush and bow, in sign of obedience; but when his uncle told him the _States_ would send away his mistress; no longer able to contain his rage, he broke out into all the violence imaginable against them, and swore he would not now forgo _Sylvia_ to be monarch over all the nasty provinces, and it was a greater glory to be a slave at her feet. ‘Go, tell your _States_,’ cried he,--’they are a company of cynical fops, born to moil on in sordid business, who never were worthy to understand so great a happiness of life as that of nobler love. Tell them, I scorn the dull gravity of those asses of the commonwealth, fit only to bear the dirty load of State-affairs, and die old busy fools.’ The uncle, who little expected such a return from him who used to be all obedience, began more gently to persuade him with more solid reason, but could get no other answer from him, than that what he commanded he should find it difficult to disobey; and so for that time they parted. Some days after (he never coming so much as near their Councils) they sent for him to answer the contempt: he came, and