tune, which appear'd certain to her: but this was not a sincere
Joy, when she consider'd that her Lover was her Deliverer, and a Lover
worthy of all her Acknowledgments, but who owed his Heart to the most
amiable Princess in the World.

While the Prince's Men were pursuing the Ravishers of _Agnes_, he was
left almost alone with her; and tho' he had always resolv'd to shun
being so, yet his Constancy was not proof against so fair an Occasion:
'Madam, said he to her, is it possible that Men born amongst those that
obey us, should be capable of offending you? I never thought my self
destin'd to revenge such an Offence; but since Heaven has permitted you
to receive it, I will either perish or make them repent it.' 'Sir,
replied _Agnes_, more concern'd at this Discourse than at the Enterprize
of _Don Alvaro_, those who are wanting in their respect to the Princess
and you, are not obliged to have any for me. I do not in the least doubt
that _Don Alvaro_ was the undertaker of this Enterprize; and I judged
what I ought to fear from him, by what his Importunities have already
made me suffer. He is sure of the King's Protection, and he will make
him an Accomplice in his Crime: but, Sir, Heaven conducted you hither
happily for me, and I am indebted to you for the liberty I have of
serving the Princess yet longer.' 'You will do for _Constantia_, replied
the Prince, what 'tis impossible not to do for you; your Goodness
attaches you to her, and my Destiny engages me to you for ever.'

The modest _Agnes_, who fear'd this Discourse as much as the Misfortune
she had newly shunned, answer'd nothing but by down-cast Eyes; and the
Prince, who knew the trouble she was in, left her to go to speak to his
Men, who brought back one of those that belong'd to _Don Alvaro_, by
whose Confession he found the truth: He pardon'd him, thinking not fit
to punish him, who obey'd a Man whom the Weakness of his Father had
render'd powerful.

Afterwards they conducted _Agnes_ back to _Coimbra_, where her Adventure
began to make a great Noise: the Princess was ready to die with Despair,
and at first thought it was only a continuation of the design this fair
Maid had of retiring; but some Women that served her having told the
Princess, that she was carried away by Violence, _Constantia_ made her
Complaint to the King, who regarded her not at all.

'Madam, said he to her, let this fatal Plague remove it self, who takes
from you the Heart of your Husband; an