ring his sickness,
several Letters were sent to him by his dear _Belvira_, and _Celesia_
too, (then learning to write) had made a shift to give him a line or two
in Postscript with her Cousin, but all was intercepted by the jealousy
of the Black _Moorea_, black in her mind, and dark, as well as in her
body. _Frankwit_ too writ several Letters as he was able, complaining of
her unkindness, those likewise were all stopt by the same Blackmoor
Devil. At last, it happened that _Wildvill_, (who I told my Reader was
_Frankwit's_ friend) came to _London_, his Father likewise dead, and now
Master of a very plentiful fortune, he resolves to marry, and paying a
visit to _Belvira_, enquires of her concerning _Frankwit_, she all in
mourning for the loss, told him his friend was dead. 'Ah! _Wildvill_, he
is dead,' said she, 'and died not mine, a Blackmoor Lady had bewitched
him from me; I received a Letter lately which informed me all; there was
no name subscribed to it, but it intimated, that it was written at the
request of dying _Frankwit_.' 'Oh! I am sorry at my Soul,' said
_Wildvill_, 'for I loved him with the best, the dearest friendship; no
doubt then,' rejoyned he, ''tis Witchcaft indeed that could make him
false to you; what delight could he take in a Blackmoor Lady, tho' she
had received him at once with a Soul as open as her longing arms, and
with her Petticoat put off her modesty. Gods! How could he change a
whole _Field Argent_ into downright _Sables_.' ''Twas done,' returned
_Celesia_, 'with no small blot, I fancy, to the Female 'Scutcheon.' In
short, after some more discourse, but very sorrowful, _Wildvill_ takes
his leave, extreamly taken with the fair _Belvira_, more beauteous in
her cloud of woe; he paid her afterwards frequent visits, and found her
wonder for the odd inconstancy of _Frankwit_, greater than her sorrow,
since he dy'd so unworthy of her. _Wildvill_ attack'd her with all the
force of vigorous love, and she (as she thought) fully convinc'd of
_Frankwit's_ death, urg'd by the fury and impatience of her new ardent
Lover, soon surrender'd, and the day of their Nuptials now arriv'd,
their hands were joyn'd. In the mean time _Frankwit_ (for he still
liv'd) knew nothing of the Injury the base _Moorea_ practis'd, knew not
that 'twas thro' her private order, that the fore-mention'd account of
his falshood and his death was sent; but impatient to see his Dear
_Belvira_, tho' yet extremely weak, rid post to _London