_, and that very
day arriv'd there, immediately after the Nuptials of his Mistress and
his Friend were celebrated. I was at this time in _Cambridge_, and
having some small acquaintance with this Blackmoor Lady, and sitting in
her Room that evening, after _Frankwit's_ departure thence, in
_Moorea's_ absence, saw inadvertently a bundle of Papers, which she had
gathered up, as I suppose, to burn, since now they grew but useless, she
having no farther Hopes of him: I fancy'd I knew the Hand, and thence my
Curiosity only led me to see the Name and finding _Belvira_ subscrib'd,
I began to guess there was some foul play in Hand. _Belvira_ being my
particularly intimate Acquaintance, I read one of them, and finding the
Contents, convey'd them all secretly out with me, as I thought, in Point
of Justice I was bound, and sent them to _Belvira_ by that Night's Post;
so that they came to her Hands soon after the Minute of her Marriage,
with an Account how, and by what Means I came to light on them. No doubt
but they exceedingly surpriz'd her: But Oh! Much more she grew amaz'd
immediately after, to see the Poor, and now unhappy _Frankwit_, who
privately had enquir'd for her below, being received as a Stranger, who
said he had some urgent Business with her, in a back Chamber below
Stairs. What Tongue, what Pen can express the mournful Sorrow of this
Scene! At first they both stood Dumb, and almost Senseless; she took him
for the Ghost of _Frankwit_; he looked so pale, new risen from his
Sickness, he (for he had heard at his Entrance in the House, that his
_Belvira_ marry'd _Wildvill_) stood in Amaze, and like a Ghost indeed,
wanted the Power to speak, till spoken to the first. At last, he draws
his Sword, designing there to fall upon it in her Presence; she then
imagining it his Ghost too sure, and come to kill her, shrieks out and
Swoons; he ran immediately to her, and catch'd her in his Arms, and
while he strove to revive and bring her to herself, tho' that he thought
could never now be done, since she was marry'd. _Wildvill_ missing his
Bride, and hearing the loud Shriek, came running down, and entring the
Room, sees his Bride lie clasp'd in _Frankwit's_ Arms. 'Ha! Traytor!' He
cries out, drawing his Sword with an impatient Fury, 'have you kept that
Strumpet all this while, curst _Frankwit_, and now think fit to put your
damn'd cast Mistress upon me: could not you forbear her neither ev'n on
my Wedding Day? abominable Wretch!' Thus s