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Undaunted, I resolve to stand the shock of all, since it is impossible for me to leave Philander any doubt or jealousy that I can dissipate, and heaven knows how far I was from any thought of seeing Foscario, when I urged Philander to depart.
O quickly pour it then into my listening soul, and I will be silent as over-ravished lovers, whom joys have charmed to tender sighs and pantings. At this, embracing her anew, he let fall a shower of tears upon her bosom, and sighing, cried 'Now I attend thy story': she then began anew the repetition of the loves between herself and Philander, which she slightly ran over, because he had already heard every circumstance of it, both from herself and Philander; till she arrived to that part of it where she left Bellfont, her father's house: 'Thus far, said she, 'you have had a faithful relation; and I was no sooner missed by my parents, but you may imagine the diligent search that would be made, both by Foscario, whom I was to have married the next day, and my tender parents; but all search, all hue-and-cries were vain; at last, they put me into the weekly Gazette, describing me to the very features of my face, my hair, my breast, my stature, youth, and beauty, omitting nothing that might render me apparent to all that should see me, offering vast sums to any that should give intelligence of such a lost maid of quality.
But 'ere he got to the farther end of the grove, where still you walked a solemn death-like pace, he saw Foscario pass him unattended, and looking back saw your rencounter, saw all that happened between you, then ran to your assistance just as you parted; still you were roughly sullen, and neither took notice of his proffered service, nor that you needed it, although you bled apace; he offered you his aid to tie your wounds up but you replied 'Be gone, and do not trouble me' Oh, could you imagine I could live with this neglect?
Pardon, my adorable Sylvia, the rashness of my passion in this rencounter with Foscario; I am satisfied he is too unhappy in your disfavour to merit the being so in mine; but it was sufficient I then saw a joy in his face, a pleased gaiety in his ooks to make me think my rage reasonable, and my quarrel ust; by the style he writes, I dread his sense less than his person; but you, my lovely maid, have said enough to quit me of my fears for both the night comes on I cannot call it envious, though it rob me of the light that should assist me to finish this, since it will more gloriously repay me in a happier place come on then, thou blest retreat of lovers, I forgive by interruptions here, since thou wilt conduct to the arms of Sylvia, the adoring
Pray heaven the unlucky adventure reach not Bellfont; Foscario has no reason to proclaim it, and thou art too generous to boast the conquest, and my page was the only witness, and he is as silent and as secret as the grave: but why, Philander, was he sent me back without reply? What meant that cruel silence say, my Philander, will you not obey me? Will you abandon me?
From Dorillus his farm. To be married Sylvia to be married and given from Philander Oh, never think it, forsworn fair creature What? Give Foscario that dear charming body? Shall he be grasped in those dear naked arms? Taste all thy kisses, press thy snowy breasts, command thy joys, and rifle all thy heaven?
And thou hast sworn thou canst not suffer it if I should find thee false but it is impossible. Oh! Should I find Foscario visit thee, him whom thy parents favour, I should undo you all, by heaven I should but thou hast sworn, what need Philander more?
Know, my angel, that passing through the garden this morning, I met Erasto I fear he saw me near enough to know me, and will give an account of it; let me know what happens adieu half dead, just taking horse to go from Sylvia. To PHILANDER. Written in a leaf of a table-book. I have only time to say, on Thursday I am destined a sacrifice to Foscario, which day finishes the life of To SYLVIA.
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