hen 'tis tenderly touch'd, when 'tis charm'd and transported.' At these
Words he sigh'd, and _Atlante_, to his extreme Satisfaction, blush'd.
'Touch'd, charm'd, and transported, (said _Charlot_) what's that? And
how do you do to have it be all these things? For I would give any thing
in the World to have my Heart speak.' 'Oh! (said _Rinaldo_) your Heart
is too young, it is not yet arrived to the Years of Speaking; about
thirteen or fourteen, it may possibly be saying a thousand soft things
to you; but it must be first inspir'd by some noble Object, whose Idea
it must retain.' 'What (reply'd the pretty Prattler) I'll warrant I must
be in Love?' 'Yes, (said _Rinaldo_) most passionately, or you will have
but little Conversation with your Heart.' 'Oh! (reply'd she) I am afraid
the Pleasure of such a Conversation, will not make me amends for the
Pain that Love will give me.' 'That (said _Rinaldo_) is according as the
Object is kind, and as you hope; if he love, and you hope, you will have
double Pleasure: And in this, how great an Advantage have fair Ladies
above us Men! 'Tis always impossible for you to love in vain, you have
your Choice of a thousand Hearts, which you have subdu'd, and may not
only chuse your Slaves, but be assur'd of 'em; without speaking, you are
belov'd, it needs not cost you a Sigh or a Tear: But unhappy Man is
often destin'd to give his Heart, where it is not regarded, to sigh, to
weep, and languish, without any hope of Pity.' 'You speak so feelingly,
Sir, (said _Charlot_) that I am afraid this is your Case.' 'Yes, Madam,
(reply'd _Rinaldo_, sighing) I am that unhappy Man.' 'Indeed it is pity
(said she.) Pray, how long have you been so?' 'Ever since I heard of the
charming _Atlante_, (reply'd he, sighing again) I ador'd her Character;
but now I have seen her, I die for her.' 'For me, Sir! (said _Atlante_,
who had not yet spoke) this is the common Compliment of all the young
Men, who pretend to be Lovers; and if one should pity all those Sighers,
we should have but very little left for our selves.' 'I believe (said
_Rinaldo_) there are none that tell you so, who do not mean as they say:
Yet among all those Adorers, and those who say they will die for you,
you will find none will be so good as their Words but _Rinaldo_.'
'Perhaps (said _Atlante_) of all those who tell me of Dying, there are
none that tell me of it with so little Reason as _Rinaldo_, if that be
your Name, Sir.' 'Madam, it is, (said he) and