im up,) No Madam, (continu'd he)
never will I remove from this Posture, 'till you have pronounc'd my
Pardon; I love you, Madam, to that Degree, that if you leave me in a
distrust of your Anger, I cannot survive it; I beg, intreat, conjure you
to speak, your Silence torments me worse than your Reproaches cou'd; am
I so much disdain'd, that you will not afford me one Word?' The
lamentable Plight of the wretched Lady every one may guess, but no Body
can comprehend; she saw the dearest of Mankind prostrate at her Feet,
and imploring what she wou'd as readily grant as he desire, yet herself
under a Necessity of denying his Prayers, and her own easy Inclinations.
The Motions of her Soul, wanting the freedom of Utterance, were like to
tear her Heart asunder by so narrow a Confinement, like the force of
Fire pent up, working more impetuously; 'till at last he redoubling his
Importunity, her Thoughts wanting Conveyance by the Lips, burst out at
her Eyes in a Flood of Tears; then moving towards a Writing-Desk, he
following her still on his Knees, amidst her Sighs and Groans she took
Pen and Paper, writ two Lines, which she gave him folded up, then
flinging from him, ran up to her Chamber: He strangely surpriz'd at this
odd manner of Proceeding, opening the Paper, read the following Words:

_You can't my Pardon, nor my Anger move.
For know, alas! I'm dumb, alas! I love._

He was wonderfully Amaz'd reading these Words. 'Dumb, (cried he out)
naturally Dumb? O ye niggard Powers, why was such a wond'rous Piece of
Art left imperfect?' He had many other wild Reasonings upon the
lamentable Subject, but falling from these to more calm Reflections, he
examined her Note again, and finding by the last Words that she loved
him, he might presently imagine, that if he found not some Means of
declaring the Continuance of his Love, the innocent Lady might
conjecture herself slighted, upon the Discovery of her Affection and
Infirmity: Prompted, by which Thought, and animated by the Emotions of
his Passion, he ventured to knock at her Door; she having by this Time
dressed herself, ventured to let him in: _Dangerfield_ ran towards her,
and catching her with an eager Embrace, gave her a thousand Kisses;
'Madam, (said he) you find that pardoning Offences only prepares more,
by emboldning the Offender; but, I hope, Madam,' shewing her the Note,
'this is a general Pardon for all Offences of this sort, by which I am
so encouraged to Transgress, that