nd, at last, an
opportunity to make my Escape, and from that time, resolv'd, never to
cut the Hair of this Beard, till I should either see my dearest
_Isabella_ again, or hear some News of her. All that I fear'd, was, That
she was Dead; and, at that word, he fetch'd a deep Sigh; and viewing all
things so infinitely more Magnificent than he had left 'em, or,
believ'd, she could afford; and, that she was far more Beautiful in
Person, and Rich in Dress, than when he left her: He had a thousand
Torments of Jealousie that seiz'd him, of which, he durst not make any
mention, but rather chose to wait a little, and see, whether she had
lost her Virtue: He desir'd, he might send for a Barber, to put his Face
in some handsomer Order, and more fit for the Happiness 'twas that Night
to receive; but she told him, No Dress, no Disguise, could render him
more Dear and Acceptable to her, and that to morrow was time enough, and
that his Travels had render'd him more fit for Repose, than Dressing. So
that after a little while, they had talk'd over all they had a mind to
say, all that was very indearing on his side, and as much Concern as she
could force, on hers; she conducted him to his Chamber, which was very
rich, and which gave him a very great addition of Jealousie: However, he
suffer'd her to help him to Bed, which she seem'd to do, with all the
tenderness in the World; and when she had seen him laid, she said, She
would go to her Prayers, and come to him as soon as she had done, which
being before her usual Custom, it was not a wonder to him she stay'd
long, and he, being extreamly tir'd with his Journy, fell asleep. 'Tis
true, _Isabella_ essay'd to Pray, but alas! it was in vain, she was
distracted with a thousand Thoughts what to do, which the more she
thought, the more it distracted her; she was a thousand times about to
end her Life, and, at one stroke, rid her self of the Infamy, that, she
saw, must inevitably fall upon her; but Nature was frail, and the
Tempter strong: And after a thousand Convulsions, even worse than Death
it self, she resolv'd upon the Murder of _Henault_, as the only means of
removing all the obstacles to her future Happiness; she resolv'd on
this, but after she had done so, she was seiz'd with so great Horror,
that she imagin'd, if she perform'd it, she should run Mad; and yet, if
she did not, she should be also Frantick, with the Shames and Miseries
that would befal her; and believing the Murder the least