Ah, _Philander_, how have you undone a harmless poor unfortunate? Alas, where are you? Why would you thus abandon me? Is this the soul, the bosom, these the arms that should receive me? I’ll not upbraid thee with my love, or charge thee with my undoing; it was all my own, and were it yet to do, I should again be ruined for _Philander_, and never find repentance, no not for a thought, a word or deed of love, to the dear false forsworn; but I can die, yes, hopeless, friendless--left by all, even by _Philander_--all but resolution has abandoned me, and that can lay me down, whenever I please, in safe repose and peace: but oh, thou art not false, or if thou be’st, oh, let me hear it from thy mouth, see thy repented love, that I may know there is no such thing on earth, as faith, as honesty, as love or truth; however, be thou true, or be thou false, be bold and let me know it, for thus to doubt is torture worse than death. What accident, thou dear, dear man, has happened to prevent thee from pursuing my directions, and staying for me at the gate? Where have I missed thee, thou joy of my soul? By what dire mistake have I lost thee? And where, oh, where art thou, my charming lover? I sought thee every where, but like the languishing abandoned mistress in the _Canticles_ I sought thee, but I found thee not, no bed of roses would discover thee: I saw no print of thy dear shape, nor heard no amorous sigh that could direct me--I asked the wood and springs, complained and called on thee through all the groves, but they confessed thee not; nothing but echoes answered me, and when I cried _’.hilander’.--cried--_’.hilander’.; thus searched I till the coming night, and my increasing fears made me resolve for flight, which soon we did, and soon arrived at _Paris_, but whither then to go, heaven knows, I could not tell, for I was almost naked, friendless and forlorn; at last, consulting _Brilliard_ what to do, after a thousand revolutions, he concluded to trust me with a sister he had, who was married to a _Guidon_ of the _Guard de Corps_; he changed my name, and made me pass for a fortune he had stolen; but oh, no welcomes, nor my safe retreat were sufficient to repose me all the ensuing night, for I had no news of _Philander_, no, not a dream informed me; a thousand fears and jealousies have kept me waking, and _Brilliard_, who has been all night in pursuit of thee, is now returned successless and distracted as thy _Sylvia_, for duty and generosity have almost the same effects in him, with love and tenderness and jealousy in me; and since _Paris_ affords no news of thee, (which sure it would if thou wert in it, for oh, the sun might hide himself with as much ease as great _Philander_) he is resolved to search St _Vincent_’. Wood, and all the adjacent cottages and groves; he thinks that you, not knowing of my escape, may yet be waiting thereabouts; since quitting the chariot for fear of being seen, you might be so far advanced into the