from the reach of my chastisement?’ ‘Yes,’ replied _Brilliard_; ‘and not to hold you longer from the truth, has forced _Sylvia_ away with him.’ At this _Philander_ grew into a violent rage, sometimes against _Octavio_ for his treasons against friendship; sometimes he felt the old flame revive, raised and blown jealousy, and was raving to imagine any other should possess the lovely _Sylvia_. He now beholds her with all those charms that first fired him, and thinks, if she be criminal, it was only the effects of the greatest love, which always hurries women on to the highest revenges. In vain he seeks to extinguish his returning flame by the thought of _Calista_; yet, at that thought, he starts like one awakened from a dream of honour, to fall asleep again, and dream of love. Before it was rage and pride, but now it was tenderness and grief, softer passions, and more insupportable. New wounds smart most, but old ones are most dangerous. While he was thus raging, walking, pausing, and loving, one knocked at his chamber-door. It was _Sylvia_’. page, who had waited all the evening to speak to him, and could not till now be admitted. _Brilliard_ was just going to tell him he was there before, when he arrived now again: _Philander_ was all unbuttoned, his stockings down, and his hair under his cap, when the page, being let in by _Brilliard_, ran to his lord, who knew him and embraced him: and it was a pretty while they thus caressed each other, without the power of speaking; he of asking a question, and the boy of delivering his message; at last, he gave him _Sylvia_’. billet, which was thus-- _To_ PHILANDER. False and perjured as you are, I languish for a sight of you, and conjure you to give it me, as soon as this comes to your hands. Imagine not, that I have prepared those instruments of revenge that are so justly due to your perfidy; but rather, that I have yet too tender sentiments for you, in spite of the outrage you have done my heart; and that for all the ruin you have made, I still adore you: and though I know you now another’s slave, yet I beg you would vouchsafe to behold the spoils you have made, and allow me this recompense for all, to say--Here was the beauty I once esteemed, though now she is no more _Philander_’. SYLVIA.