Rinaldo_ was overjoy'd to find the brave _Britain_, whom he had
received so great a Character of, from his Brother the Admiral, and
accosting him very Courteously, 'Sir, (said he) I am sorry our
Countrymen shou'd be so Ungrateful as to Injure any Person, who has been
so Serviceable to the State; and pray, Gentlemen, (added he, addressing
the other two) be intreated to suspend your Animosities, and come Dine
with me at my House, where I hope to prevail with you to end your
Resentments.' _Gonzago_ and _Erizo_ hearing him Compliment the Stranger
at their Expence, told him in a Rage, they wou'd chuse some other Place
than his House, to end their Resentments in, and walk'd off.
_Dangerfield_, on _Rinaldo's_ farther Request, accompanied him to his
House.

_Maria_ had newly risen, and with her Night-gown only thrown loose about
her, had look'd out of the Window, just as her Father and _Dangerfield_
were approaching the Gate, at the same Instant she cast her Eyes upon
_Dangerfield_, and he accidentally look'd up to the Window where she
stood, their Surprize was mutual, but that of _Dangerfield_ the greater;
he saw such an amazing Sight of Beauty, as made him doubt the Reality of
the Object, or distrust the Perfection of his Sight; he saw his dear
Lady, who had so captivated him the preceeding Day, he saw her in all
the heightning Circumstances of her Charms, he saw her in all her native
Beauties, free from the Incumbrance of Dress, her Hair as black as
Ebony, hung flowing in careless Curls over her Shoulders, it hung link'd
in amorous Twinings, as if in Love with its own Beauties; her Eyes not
yet freed from the Dullness of the late Sleep, cast a languishing
Pleasure in their Aspect, which heaviness of Sight added the greatest
Beauties to those Suns, because under the Shade of such a Cloud, their
Lustre cou'd only be view'd; the lambent Drowsiness that play'd upon her
Face, seem'd like a thin Veil not to hide, but to heighten the Beauty
which it cover'd; her Night-gown hanging loose, discover'd her charming
Bosom, which cou'd bear no Name, but Transport, Wonder and Extasy, all
which struck his Soul, as soon as the Object hit his Eye; her Breasts
with an easy Heaving, show'd the Smoothness of her Soul and of her Skin;
their Motions were so languishingly soft, that they cou'd not be said to
rise and fall, but rather to swell up towards Love, the Heat of which
seem'd to melt them down again; some scatter'd jetty Hairs, which hung