Now, my adorable _Sylvia_, you have truly need of all that heroic bravery of mind I ever thought thee mistress of; for _Sylvia_, coming from thee this morning, and riding full speed for _Paris_, I was met, stopped, and seized for high-treason by the King’s messengers, and possibly may fall a sacrifice to the anger of an incensed monarch. My _Sylvia_, bear this last shock of fate with a courage worthy thy great and glorious soul; ‘tis but a little separation, _Sylvia_, and we shall one day meet again; by heaven, I find no other sting in death but parting with my _Sylvia_, and every parting would have been the same; I might have died by thy disdain, thou might’st have grown weary of thy _Philander_, have loved another, and have broke thy vows, and tortured me to death these crueller ways: but fate is kinder to me, and I go blest with my _Sylvia_’., love, for which heaven may do much, for her dear sake, to recompense her faith, a maid so innocent and true to sacred love; expect the best, my lovely dear, the worst has this comfort in it, that I shall die my charming _Sylvia_’. PHILANDER. * * * * * _To_ PHILANDER. I’LL, only say, thou dear supporter of my soul, that if _Philander_ dies, he shall not go to heaven without his _Sylvia_--by heaven and earth I swear it, I cannot live without thee, nor shall thou die without thy SYLVIA. * * * * * _To_ SYLVIA. SEE, see my adorable angel, what care the powers above take of divine innocence, true love and beauty; oh, see what they have done for their darling _Sylvia_; could they do less? Know, my dear maid, that after being examined before the King, I was found guilty enough to be committed to the _Bastille_, (from whence, if I had gone, I had never returned, but to my death;) but the messenger, into whose hands I was committed, refusing other guards, being alone with me in my own coach, I resolved to kill, if I could no other way oblige him to favour my escape; I tried with gold before I shewed my dagger, and that prevailed, a way less criminal, and I have taken sanctuary in a small cottage near the sea-shore, where I wait for _Sylvia_; and though my life depend upon my flight, nay, more, the life of _Sylvia_, I cannot go without her; dress yourself then, my dearest, in your boy’s clothes, and haste with _Brilliant_, whither this seaman will conduct thee, whom I have hired to set us on some shore of safety; bring what news you can learn of _Cesario_; I would not have him die poorly after all his mighty hopes, nor be conducted to a scaffold with shouts of joys, by that uncertain beast the rabble, who used to stop his chariot-wheels with fickle adorations whenever he looked abroad--by heaven, I pity him; but _Sylvia_’. presence will chase away all thoughts, but those of love, from PHILANDER. _I need not bid thee haste._ _The End of the first Part._ Love-Letters Between a Nobleman and His Sister Part II.