’Unhappy Leonora (said she) how is thy poor unwary Heart misled?  Whither am I come?  The false deluding Lights of an imaginary Flame, have led me, a poor benighted Victim, to a real Fire.  I burn and am consumed with hopeless Love; those Beams in whose soft temperate warmth I wanton’d heretofore, now flash destruction to my Soul, my Treacherous greedy Eyes have suck’d the glaring Light, they have united all its Rays, and, like a burning-Glass, convey’d the pointed Meteor to my Heart—­Ah!  Aurelian, how quickly hast thou Conquer’d, and how quickly must thou Forsake.  Oh Happy (to me unfortunately Happy) Juliana!  I am to be the subject of thy Triumph—­To thee Aurelian comes laden with the Tribute of my Heart and Glories in the Oblation of his broken Vows.—­What then, is Aurelian False!  False! alass, I know not what I say; How can he be False, or True, or any Thing to me?  What Promises did he ere make or I receive?  Sure I dream, or I am mad, and fansie it to be Love; Foolish Girl, recal thy banish’d Reason.—­Ah! would it were no more, would I could rave, sure that would give me Ease, and rob me of the Sense of Pain; at least, among my wandring Thoughts, I should at sometime light upon Aurelian, and fansie him to be mine; kind Madness would flatter my poor feeble Wishes, and sometimes tell me Aurelian is not lost—­not irrecoverably—­not for ever lost.

Hippolito could hear no more, he had not Room for half his Transport.  When Leonora perceived a Man coming toward her, she fell a trembling, and could not speak.  Hippolito approached with Reverence, as to a Sacred Shrine; when coming near enough to see her Consternation, he fell upon his Knees.

’Behold, O Adored Leonora (said he) ’your ravished Aurelian, behold at your Feet the Happiest of Men, be not disturb’d at my Appearance, but think that Heaven conducted me to hear my Bliss pronounced by that dear Mouth alone, whose breath could fill me with new Life.

Here he would have come nearer, but Leonora (scarce come to her self) was getting up in haste to have gone away:  he catch’d her Hand, and with all the Endearments of Love and Transport pressed her stay; she was a long time in great Confusion, at last, with many Blushes, she entreated him to let her go where she might hide her Guilty Head, and not expose her shame before his Eyes, since his Ears had been sufficient Witnesses of her Crime.  He begg’d pardon for his Treachery in over-hearing, and confessed it to be a Crime he had now repeated.  With a Thousand Submissions, Entreaties, Prayers, Praises, Blessings, and passionate Expressions he wrought upon her to stay and hear him.  Here Hippolito made use of his Rhetorick, and it proved prevailing:  ’Twere tedious to tell the many ingenious Arguments he used, with all her Nice Distinctions and Objections.  In short, he convinced her of his Passion, represented to her the necessity they were under, of being speedy in their Resolves:  That his Father (for still