confus'dly over her Breasts, made her Bosom show like _Venus_ caught in
_Vulcan's_ Net, but 'twas the Spectator, not she, was captivated. This
_Dangerfield_ saw, and all this at once, and with Eyes that were adapted
by a preparatory Potion; what must then his Condition be? He was
stricken with such Amazement, that he was forced to Support himself, by
leaning on _Rinaldo's_ Arm, who started at his sudden Indisposition.
'I'm afraid, Sir, (said he) you have received some Wound in the Duel.'
'Oh! Sir, (said he) I am mortally wounded'; but recollecting himself
after a little Pause, 'now I am better.' _Rinaldo_ wou'd have sent for a
Surgeon to have it searched. 'Your pardon, Sir, (said _Dangerfield_) my
Indisposition proceeds from an inward Malady, not by a Sword, but like
those made by _Achilles's_ Spear, nothing can cure, but what gave the
Wound.' _Rinaldo_ guessing at the Distemper, but not the Cause of it,
out of good Manners declined any further enquiry, but conducting him in,
entertained him with all the Courtesy imaginable; but in half a Hour,
a Messenger came from the Senate, requiring his immediate Attendance; he
lying under an indispensable Necessity of making his personal
Appearance, begg'd _Dangerfield's_ Pardon, intreating him to stay, and
command his House till his return, and conducting him to a fine Library,
said he might there find Entertainment, if he were addicted to Study;
adding withal, as a farther Engagement of his Patience, that he should
meet the Admiral at the Senate, whom he wou'd bring home as an Addition
to their Company at Dinner. _Dangerfield_ needed none of these Motives
to stay, being detained by a secret Inclination to the Place; walking
therefore into the Library, _Rinaldo_ went to the Senate. _Dangerfield_
when alone, fell into deep Ruminating on his strange Condition, he knew
himself in the House, with one of his dear Charmers, but durst not hope
to see her, which added to his Torment; like _Tantalus_ remov'd the
farther from Happiness, by being nearer to it, contemplated so far on
the Beauties of that dear Creature, that he concluded, if her Wit were
like that of his t'other Mistress, he wou'd endeavour to confine his
Passion wholly to that Object.

In the mean Time, _Maria_ was no less confounded, she knew herself in
Love with a Stranger, whose Residence was uncertain, she knew her own
Modesty in concealing it; and alas! she knew her Dumbness uncapable of
ever revealing it, at least, it m