While she burnt with a Desire of destroying _Agnes_, against whom she vented all her Venom, she was never weary of making new Reports to her Brother, assuring him, that tho’ they could not prove that _Agnes_ made any returns to the Tenderness of the Prince, yet that was the Cause of _Constantia’s_ Grief: And, that if this Princess should die of it, _Don Pedro_ might marry _Agnes_. In fine, she so incens’d the jealous _Don Alvaro’s_ Jealousy, that he could not hinder himself from running immediately to the King, with the discovery of all he knew, and all he guest, and who, he had the pleasure to find, was infinitely inrag’d at the News. ‘My dear _Alvaro_, said the King, you shall instantly marry this dangerous Beauty: And let Possession assure your Repose and mine. If I have protected you on other Occasions, judge what a Service of so great an Importance for me, would make me undertake; and without any reserve, the Forces of this State are in your power, and almost any thing that I can give shall be assured you, so you render your self Master of the Destiny of _Agnes_.’ _Don Alvaro_ pleas’d, and vain with his Master’s Bounty, made use of all the Authority he gave him: He passionately lov’d _Agnes_, and would not, on the sudden, make use of Violence; but resolv’d with himself to employ all possible Means to win her fairly; yet if that fail’d, to have recourse to force, if she continued always insensible. While _Agnes de Castro_ (importun’d by his Assiduities, despairing at the Grief of _Constantia_, and perhaps made tender by those she had caus’d in the Prince of _Portugal_) took a Resolution worthy of her Virtue; yet, amiable as _Don Pedro_ was, she found nothing in him, but his being Husband to _Constantia_, that was dear to her: And, far from encouraging the Power she had got over his Heart, she thought of nothing but of removing from _Coimbra_. The Passion of _Don Alvaro_, which she had no inclination to favour, served her as a Pretext; and press’d with the fear of causing, in the end, a cruel Divorce between the Prince and his Princess, she went to find _Constantia_, with a trouble, which all her Care was not able to hide from her. The Princess easily found it out; and their common Misfortunes having not chang’d their Friendship--‘What ails you, _Agnes_? (said the Princess to her, in a soft Tone, and with her ordinary Sweetness) And what new Misfortune causes that sadness in thy Looks? Madam (reply’d _Agnes_, shedding a Rivulet of Tears) the Obligations and Ties I have to you, put me upon a cruel Tryal; I had bounded the Felicity of my Life in hope of passing it near your Highness, yet I must carry to some other part of the World this unlucky Face of mine, which renders me nothing but ill Offices: And it is to obtain that Liberty, that I am come to throw my self at your feet; looking upon you as my Sovereign.’