fair lady, meaning _Sylvia_, for a faithless wife of his, who had been the authoress of all this. _Octavio_ soon divined this to be his brother-in-law, _Clarinau_, whom yet he had never seen; and stooping down to him, he cried, ‘It is I, sir, that ought to demand a thousand pardons of you, for letting the revenge of _Calista_’. honour alone so long.’ _Clarinau_ wondered who he should be that named _Calista_, and asking him his name, he told him he was the unhappy brother to that fair wanton, whose story was but too well known to him. Thus while _Clarinau_ viewing his face, found him the very picture of that false charmer; while _Octavio_ went on and assured him, if it were his unhappiness to die, that he would revenge the honour of him and his sister, on the betrayer of both. By this time the surgeon came who found not his wound to be mortal, as was feared, and ventured to remove him to his own lodgings, whither _Octavio_ would accompany him; and leaving _Sylvia_ inclined, after her fright, to be reposed, he took his leave of her for that evening, not daring, out of respect to her, to visit her any more that night: he was no sooner gone, but _Philander_, who never used to go without two very good pocket-pistols about him, having left them under his pillow last night at _Sylvia’s_ lodgings; and being upon love-adventures, he knew not what occasion he might have for them, returned back to her lodgings: when he came, she was a little surprised at first to see him, but after reflecting on what revenge was threatened him, she exposed _Octavio’s_ secret to him, and told him the whole adventure, and how she had got his writings, which would be all her own, if she might be suffered to manage the fond believer. But he, whose thought ran on the revenge was threatened him, cried out--’He has kindly awakened me to my duty by what he threatens; it is I that ought to be revenged on his perfidy, of shewing you my letters; and to that end, by heaven, I will defer all the business in the world to meet him, and pay his courtesy--If I had enjoyed his sister, he might suppose I knew her not to be so; and what man of wit or youth, would refuse a lovely woman, that presents a heart laden with love, and a person all over charms, to his bosom? I were to be esteemed unworthy the friendship of a man of honour, if I should: but he has basely betrayed me every way, makes love to my celebrated mistress, whom he knows I love, and getting secrets, unravels them to make his court and his access the easier.’