s were still awake for her, and
he was marry'd to her above a Year, before _Don Alvaro_ could find out
an opportunity so long sought for.

The Prince diverted himself but little, and very rarely went far from
_Coimbra_; but on a Day, an unfortunate Day, and marked out by Heaven
for an unheard-of and horrid Assassination, he made a Party to hunt at a
fine House, which the King of _Portugal_ had near the City.

_Agnes_ lov'd every thing that gave the Prince satisfaction; but a
secret Trouble made her apprehend some Misfortune in this unhappy
Journey. _Sir_, (said she to him, alarm'd, without knowing the Reason
why) _I tremble, seeing you today as it were designed the last of my
Life: Preserve your self, my dear Prince; and tho' the Exercise you take
be not very dangerous, beware of the least Hazards, and bring me back
all that I trust with you. Don Pedro_, who had never found her so
handsome and so charming before, embraced her several times, and went
out of the Palace with his Followers, with a Design not to return till
the next Day.

He was no sooner gone, but the cruel _Don Alvaro_ prepared himself for
the Execution he had resolv'd on; he thought it of that importance, that
it required more Hands than his own, and so chose for his Companions
_Don Lopez Pacheo_, and _Pedro Cuello_, two Monsters like himself, whose
Cruelty he was assur'd of by the Presents he had made 'em.

They waited the coming of the Night, and the lovely _Agnes_ was in her
first Sleep, which was the last of her Life, when these Assassins
approach'd her Bed. Nothing made resistance to _Don Alvaro_, who could
do every thing, and whom the blackest Furies introduced to _Agnes_; she
waken'd, and opening her Curtains, saw, by the Candle burning in her
Chamber, the Ponyard with which _Don Alvaro_ was armed; he having his
Face not cover'd, she easily knew him, and forgetting herself, to think
of nothing but the Prince: _Just Heaven_ (said she, lifting up her fine
Eyes) _if you will revenge +Constantia+, satisfy your self with my Blood
only, and spare that of_ Don Pedro. The barbarous Man that heard her,
gave her not time to say more; and finding he could never (by all he
could do by Love) touch the Heart of the fair _Agnes_, he pierc'd it
with his Ponyard: his Accomplices gave her several Wounds, tho' there
was no necessity of so many to put an end to an innocent Life.

What a sad Spectacle was this for those who approach'd her Bed the next
day! And wha