III. SEMPRONIUS _Dear, where are ye stole? Could I but find thee strait, I'd cut the Thread of Life my Soul On thy bless'd Shade would wait._ IV. _If to th' infernal Regions, Woe,_ SEMPRONIUS _is confin'd; His Ghost I'll trace, persue below To ease my tortur'd Mind._ V. _I still in vain, alas! prepare In vain I strive to sleep; My Breast is fill'd with deadly Care I'll lay me down and weep._ VI. _All worldly Joys I bid adieu, All Pleasures I forsake; SEMPRONIUS still I'll sleep with you; I'll with the Touth awake._ _Amaryllis_ did not long continue her Resolution of going into the Country, fearing an invincible Despair would ensue; and upon advising with a Bosom Friend, she was disuaded from it: Her Intimate thought it might be a Diversion to her Melancholly to repair to some popular City, where a variety of Conversation and airy Entertainments, might, if possible, eraze the Memory of her deceas'd Lover. Accordingly _Amaryllis_ immediately set out for _Ferara_, where she had been but an inconsiderable Time, before she accidentally fell into the Company of _Theodora_, whose Disappointment, already related, was little inferior to hers, and both repeating their Stories, they found so near a Resemblance in their Misfortunes, that they resolv'd to live together as Sisters or inseperable Companions, and to use their utmost Artifices for the Relief of each other. I have been led into this seeming Romance, to shew particularly the fatal Disappointments attending these two beautiful Females, which were very extraordinary, especially those of the Latter; and to shew, in a particular manner, how these two Ladies first became acquainted, as an Introduction to what follows. I come now to their Female Intrigues, which were no less uncommon than their Misfortunes.