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this fair Maid, who had yet found no Consolation from what the Princess
had told her, had this new cause of being displeas'd.

_Don Pedro_ appear'd in the List with an admirable Grace; and _Don
Alvaro_, who looked on this Day as his own, appear'd there all shining
with Gold, mix'd with Stones of Blue, which were the Colours of _Agnes_;
and there were embroider'd all over his Equipage, flaming Hearts of Gold
on blue Velvet, and Nets for the Snares of Love, with abundance of
double _A's_; his Device was a Love coming out of a Cloud, with these
Verses written underneath:

_Love from a Cloud breaks like the God of Day,
And to the World his Glories does display;
To gaze on charming Eyes, and make 'em know,
What to soft Hearts, and to his Power they owe._

The Pride of _Don Alvaro_ was soon humbled at the feet of the Prince of
_Portugal_, who threw him against the Ground, with twenty others, and
carry'd alone the Glory of the Day. There was in the Evening a noble
Assembly at _Constantia's_, where _Agnes_ would not have been, unless
expresly commanded by the Princess. She appear'd there all negligent and
careless in her Dress, but yet she appear'd all beautiful and charming.
She saw, with disdain, her Name, and her Colours, worn by _Don Alvaro_,
at a publick Triumph; and if her Heart was capable of any tender
Motions, it was not for such a Man as he for whom her Delicacy destin'd
them: She look'd on him with a Contempt, which did not hinder him from
pressing so near, that there was a necessity for her to hear what he had
to declare to her.

She treated him not uncivilly, but her Coldness would have rebated the
Courage of any but _Alvaro_. 'Madam, said he, (when he could be heard of
none but herself) I have hitherto concealed the Passion you have
inspired me with, fearing it should displease you; but it has committed
a Violence on my Respect; and I could no longer conceal it from you.
I never reflected on your Actions (answer'd _Agnes_ with all the
Indifference of which she was capable) and if you think you offend me,
you are in the wrong to make me perceive it. This Coldness is but an ill
Omen for me (reply'd _Don Alvaro_) and if you have not found me out to
be your Lover to-day, I fear you will never approve my Passion.'

'Oh! what a time have you chosen to make it appear to me? (pursued
_Agnes_.) Is it so great an Honour for me, that you must take such care
to shew it to the World? And do you think that I am