necessary, when equal judgements meet that can esteem the blessings they possess, and distinguish the good of either’s love, and set a value on each other’s merits, and where both understand to take and pay; who find the beauty of each other’s minds and rate them as they ought; whom not a formal ceremony binds, (with which I’ve nought to do, but dully give a cold consenting affirmative) but well considered vows from soft inclining hearts, uttered with love, with joy, with dear delight, when heaven is called to witness; she is thy wife, _Philander_ he is my husband; this is the match, this heaven designs and means; how then, oh how came I to miss _Philander_? Or he his SYLVIA. _Since I writ this, which I designed not an invective against marriage, when I began, but to inform thee of my being where you directed; but since I write this, I say, the house where I am is broken open with warrants and officers for me, but being all undressed and ill, the officer has taken my word for my appearance to-morrow, it seems they saw me when I went from my lodgings, and pursued me; haste to me, for I shall need your counsel_. * * * * * _To_ SYLVIA. My eternal joy, my affliction is inexpressible at the news you send me of your being surprised; I am not able to wait on thee yet--not being suffered to leave the cabal, I only borrow this minute to tell thee the sense of my advocate in this case; which was, if thou should be taken, there was no way, no law to save thee from being ravished from my arms, but that of marrying thee to some body whom I can trust; this we have often discoursed, and thou hast often vowed thou’lt do any thing rather than kill me with a separation; resolve then, oh thou charmer of my soul, to do a deed, that though the name would fright thee, only can preserve both thee and me; it is--and though it have no other terror in it than the name, I faint to speak it--to marry, _Sylvia_; yes, thou must marry; though thou art mine as fast as heaven can make us, yet thou must marry; I have pitched upon the property, it is _Brilliard_, him I can only trust in this affair; it is but joining hands--no more, my _Sylvia_,--_Brilliard_ is a gentleman, though a _cadet_, and may be supposed to pretend to so great a happiness, and whose only crime is want of fortune; he is handsome too, well made, well bred, and so much real esteem he has for me, and I have so obliged him, that I am confident he will pretend no farther than to the honour of owning thee in Court; I’ll time him from it, nay, he dares not do it, I will trust him with my life--but oh, _Sylvia_ is more--think of it, and this night we will perform it, there being no other way to keep _Sylvia_ eternally PHILANDER’s. * * * * * _To_ SYLVIA.