me
Decays in her Face, she had none in her Sense and Wit; she was there
agreeable still, even to _Aboan's_ Youth: so that he took Pleasure in
entertaining her with Discourses of Love. He knew also, that to make his
Court to these She-favourites, was the Way to be great; these being the
Persons that do all Affairs and Business at Court. He had also observed,
that she had given him Glances more tender and inviting than she had
done to others of his Quality. And now, when he saw that her Favour
could so absolutely oblige the Prince, he fail'd not to sigh in her Ear,
and look with Eyes all soft upon her, and gave her Hope that she had
made some Impressions on his Heart. He found her pleas'd at this, and
making a thousand Advances to him: but the Ceremony ending, and the King
departing, broke up the Company for that Day, and his Conversation.

_Aboan_ fail'd not that Night to tell the Prince of his Success, and how
advantageous the Service of _Onahal_ might be to his Amour with
_Imoinda_. The Prince was overjoy'd with this good News, and besought
him, if it were possible, to caress her so, as to engage her entirely,
which he could not fail to do, if he comply'd with her Desires: _For
then_ (said the Prince) _her Life lying at your Mercy, she must grant
you the Request you make in my Behalf_. _Aboan_ understood him, and
assur'd him he would make Love so effectually, that he would defy the
most expert Mistress of the Art, to find out whether he dissembled it,
or had it really. And 'twas with Impatience they waited the next
Opportunity of going to the _Otan_.

The Wars came on, the Time of taking the Field approached; and 'twas
impossible for the Prince to delay his going at the Head of his Army to
encounter the Enemy; so that every Day seem'd a tedious Year, till he
saw his _Imoinda_: for he believed he could not live, if he were forced
away without being so happy. 'Twas with Impatience therefore that he
expected the next Visit the King would make; and, according to his Wish,
it was not long.

The Parley of the Eyes of these two Lovers had not pass'd so secretly,
but an old jealous Lover could spy it; or rather, he wanted not
Flatterers who told him they observ'd it: so that the Prince was
hasten'd to the Camp, and this was the last Visit he found he should
make to the _Otan_; he therefore urged _Aboan_ to make the best of this
last Effort, and to explain himself so to _Onahal_, that she deferring
her Enjoyment of her young