Not considering any thing, I ran out of the closet, and threw myself at
my dear master's feet, as he held her hand, in order to lead her out;
and I said, Dearest sir, let me beg, that no act of unkindness, for my
sake, pass between so worthy and so near relations. Dear, dear madam,
said I, and clasped her knees, pardon and excuse the unhappy cause of
all this evil; on my knees I beg your ladyship to receive me to your
grace and favour, and you shall find me incapable of any triumph but in
your ladyship's goodness to me.

Creature, said she, art thou to beg an excuse for me?--Art thou to
implore my forgiveness? Is it to thee I am to owe the favour, that I
am not cast headlong from my brother's presence? Begone to thy corner,
wench! begone, I say, lest thy paramour kill me for trampling thee under
my foot!

Rise, my dear Pamela, said my master; rise, dear life of my life; and
expose not so much worthiness to the ungrateful scorn of so violent a
spirit. And so he led me to my closet again, and there I sat and wept.

Her woman came up, just as he had led me to my closet, and was returning
to her lady; and she very humbly said, Excuse my intrusion, good sir!--I
hope I may come to my lady. Yes, Mrs. Worden, said he, you may come in;
and pray take your lady down stairs with you, for fear I should too much
forget what belongs either to my sister or myself!

I began to think (seeing her ladyship so outrageous with her brother)
what a happy escape I had had the day before, though hardly enough used
in conscience too, as I thought.

Her woman begged her ladyship to walk down; and she said, Beck, seest
thou that bed? That was the bed that I was born in; and yet that was the
bed thou sawest, as well as I, the wicked Pamela in, this morning, and
this brother of mine just risen from her!

True, said he; you both saw it, and it is my pride that you could see
it. 'Tis my bridal bed; and 'tis abominable that the happiness I knew
before you came hither, should be so barbarously interrupted.

Swear to me but, thou bold wretch! said she, swear to me, that Pamela
Andrews is really and truly thy lawful wife, without sham, without
deceit, without double-meaning; and I know what I have to say!

I'll humour you for once, said he; and then swore a solemn oath that I
was. And, said he, did I not tell you so at first?

I cannot yet believe you, said she; because, in this particular, I had
rather have called you knave than fool.--Provoke