r Father storm'd before, he
grew like a Man distracted at her Confession; and _Vernole_ hearing them
loud, ran to the Chamber to learn the Cause; where just as he enter'd he
found _De Pais's_ Sword drawn, and ready to kill his Daughter, who lay
all in Tears at his Feet. He with-held his Hand; and asking the Cause of
his Rage, he was told all that _Atlante_ had confess'd; which put
_Vernole_ quite beside all his Gravity, and made him discover the
Infirmity of Anger, which he used to say ought to be dissembled by all
wise Men: So that _De Pais_ forgot his own to appease his, but 'twas in
vain, for he went out of the House, vowing Revenge to _Rinaldo_: And to
that end, being not very well assur'd of his own Courage, as I said
before, and being of the Opinion, that no Man ought to expose his Life
to him who has injur'd him; he hired _Swiss_ and _Spanish_ Soldiers to
attend him in the nature of Footmen; and watch'd several Nights about
_Bellyaurd's_ Door, and that of _De Pais's_, believing he should some
time or other see him under the Window of _Atlante_, or perhaps mounting
into it: for now he no longer doubted, but this happy Lover was he, whom
he fancy'd he heard go from the Balcony that Night he came up with his
Pistol; and being more a _Spaniard_ than a _Frenchman_ in his Nature, he
resolv'd to take him any way unguarded or unarm'd, if he came in his
Way.

_Atlante_, who heard his Threatnings when he went from her in a Rage,
fear'd his Cowardice might put him on some base Action, to deprive
_Rinaldo_ of his Life; and therefore thought it not safe to suffer him
to come to her by Night, as he had before done; but sent him word in a
Note, that he should forbear her Window, for _Vernole_ had sworn his
Death. This Note came, unseen by his Father, to his Hands: but this
could not hinder him from coming to her Window, which he did as soon as
it was dark: he came thither, only attended with his Valet, and two
Footmen; for now he car'd not who knew the Secret. He had no sooner made
the Sign, but he found himself incompass'd with _Vernole's_ Bravoes; and
himself standing at a distance cry'd out, 'That is he': With that they
all drew on both sides, and _Rinaldo_ receiv'd a Wound in his Arm.
_Atlante_ heard this, and ran crying out, 'That _Rinaldo_, prest by
Numbers, would be kill'd.' _De Pais_, who was reading in his Closet,
took his Sword, and ran out; and, contrary to all Expectation, seeing
_Rinaldo_ fighting with his Back to