pitable _Hardyman_ than thy Father Sir
_Henry_.--Come, _Miles_, (return'd he) thou shalt think no more on her.
I can't avoid it, Sir, (said t'other.) Well, well, think of her you may,
(said Sir _Henry_) but not as for a Wife; no, if you mean to continue in
your Father's Love, be not in Love with Madam _Diana_, nor with any of
her Nymphs, tho' never so fair or so chast--unless they have got Store
of Money, Store of Money, _Miles_. Come, come in, we'll take a Game at
_Chess_ before Dinner, if we can. I obey you, Sir, (return'd the Son)
but if I win, I shall have the Liberty to love the Lady, I hope. I made
no such Promise, (said the Knight) no, no Love without my Leave; but if
you give me _Checque-Mate_, you shall have my Bay Gelding, and I would
not take 50 Broad Pieces for him. I'll do my best, Sir, to deserve him,
(said the young Gentleman.) 'Tis a mettl'd and fiery Beast (said Sir
_Henry_.) They began their Game then, and had made about six Moves
apiece before Dinner, which was serv'd up near four Hours after they
sate down to play. It happen'd they had no Company din'd with 'em that
Day; so they made a hasty Meal, and fell again to their former Dispute,
which held 'em near six Hours longer; when, either the Knight's
Inadvertency, or the young Gentleman's Skill and Application, gave him
the Victory and Reward.
The next Day they hunted; the Day following, the House was fill'd with
Friends, and Strangers; who came with 'em; all which were certain of a
hearty Welcome e'er they return'd. Other Days other Company came in, as
Neighbours; and none of all that made their Visits, could be dismiss'd
under three or four Days at soonest.
Thus they past the Hours away for about six Weeks; in all which Time our
Lover could get but one Opportunity of writing to his adorable, and that
was by the Means of a Servant, who came with a Letter from his Sister
_Lucretia_ to Sir _Henry_, and another to him, that held one inclos'd to
him from the beautiful _Diana_; the Words, as perfectly as I can
remember 'em, were these, or to this Effect:
_My +Hardyman+,_
_Too Dear!--No,--too much lov'd!--That's impossible too. How have I
enjoy'd my self with your Letters since my Absence from you! In the
first, how movingly you lament the unkind Distances of Time and
Place that thus divorces you from me! In another, in what tender
and prevailing Words your Passion is express'd! In a Third, what
invincible Arguments are urg'd to prove
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