_Pamela_ is in a talking Fit, and wont go to sleep one while. At that the pretended She came to the Bed-side; and sitting down in a Chair, where the Curtain hid her, began to undress. Said I, poor Mrs. _Ann_, I warrant your Head aches most sadly! How do you do?--She answered not one Word. Said the superlatively wicked Woman, You know I have order'd her not to answer you. And this Plot, to be sure, was laid when she gave her these Orders, the Night before. I heard her, as I thought, _breathe all quick and short_: Indeed, said I, Mrs. _Jewkes_, the poor Maid is not well. What ails you, Mrs. _Ann_? And still no Answer was made. But, I tremble to relate it! the pretended She came into Bed; but _quiver'd like an Aspen-leaf_; and I, poor Fool that I was! pitied her much.----But well might the barbarous Deceiver tremble at his vile Dissimulation, and base Designs. What Words shall I find, my dear Mother, (for my Father should not see this shocking Part) to describe the rest, and my Confusion, when the guilty Wretch took my _left Arm_, and laid it under his Neck, as the vile Procuress held my _Right_; and then _he clasp'd me round my Waist_! Said I, Is the Wench mad! Why, how now Confidence? thinking still it had been _Nan_. But he kissed me with frightful Vehemence; and then his Voice broke upon me like a Clap of Thunder. Now, _Pamela_, said he, is the dreadful Time of Reckoning come, that I have threaten'd.----I scream'd out in such a Manner, as never any Body heard the like. But there was no body to help me: And both my Hands were secured, as I said. Sure never poor Soul was in such Agonies as I. Wicked Man! said I; wicked, abominable Woman! O God! my God! this _Time_, this _one_ Time! deliver me from this Distress! or strike me dead this Moment. And then I scream'd again and again. Says he, One Word with you, _Pamela_; one Word hear me but; and hitherto you see I offer nothing to you. Is this _nothing_, said I, to be in Bed here? To hold my Hands between you? I will hear, if you will instantly leave the Bed, and take this villainous Woman from me. Said she, (O Disgrace of Womankind!) What you do, Sir, do; don't stand dilly-dallying. She cannot exclaim worse than she has done. And she'll be quieter when she knows the worst. Silence! Said he to her; I must say one Word to you, _Pamela_; it is this: You see, now you are in my Power!----You cannot get from me, nor help yourself: Yet have I not offer'd any Thing amiss to you. But if you resolve not to comply with my Proposals, I will not lose this Opportunity: If you do I will yet leave you. O Sir, said I, leave me, leave me but, and I will do any Thing I ought to do. Swear then to me, said he, that you will accept my Proposals!--And then (for this was all detestable Grimace) _he put his Hand in my Bosom_. With Struggling, Fright, Terror, _I fainted away quite_, and did not come to myself soon; so that they both, from the cold Sweats that I was in, thought me dying--_And I remember no more_,