's_ House.
He saw Coaches surround his Door, and Pages and Footmen, with Flambeaux.
The Sight and Noise of Joy made him ready to sink at the Door; and
sending his Footmen to learn the Cause of this Triumph, the Pages that
waited told him, That Count _Vernole_ was this Night married to Monsieur
_De Pais's_ Daughter. He needed no more to deprive him of all Sense; and
staggering against his Coach, he was caught by his Footmen and carried
into his House, and to his Chamber, where they put him to Bed, all
sensless as he was, and had much ado to recover him to Life. He ask'd
for his Father, with a faint Voice, for he desir'd to see him before he
died. It was told him he was gone to Count _Vernole's_ Wedding, where
there was a perfect Peace agreed on between them, and all their
Animosities laid aside. At this News _Rinaldo_ fainted again; and his
Servants call'd his Father home, and told him in what Condition they had
brought home their Master, recounting to him all that was past. He
hasten'd to _Rinaldo_, whom he found just recover'd of his Swooning;
who, putting his Hand out to his Father, all cold and trembling, cry'd,
'Well, Sir, now you are satisfied, since you have seen _Atlante_ married
to Count _Vernole_, I hope now you will give your unfortunate Son leave
to die; as you wish'd he should, rather than give him to the Arms of
_Atlante_.' Here his Speech fail'd, and he fell again into a Fit of
Swooning; His Father ready to die with fear of his Son's Death, kneel'd
down by his Bed-side; and after having recover'd a little, he said, 'My
dear Son, I have been indeed at the Wedding of Count _Vernole_, but 'tis
not _Atlante_ to whom he is married, but _Charlot_; who was the Person
you were bearing from the Monastery, instead of _Atlante_, who is still
reserv'd for you, and she is dying till she hear you are reserv'd for
her; Therefore, as you regard her Life, make much of your own, and make
your self fit to receive her; for her Father and I have agreed the
Marriage already.' And without giving him leave to think, he call'd to
one of his Gentlemen, and sent him to the Monastery, with this News to
_Atlante_. _Rinaldo_ bowed himself as low as he could in his Bed, and
kiss'd the Hand of his Father, with Tears of Joy: But his Weakness
continued all the next Day; and they were fain to bring _Atlante_ to
him, to confirm his Happiness.

It must only be guessed by Lovers, the perfect Joy these two receiv'd in
the sight of each other. _