united all its Rays, and, like a
burning-Glass, convey'd the pointed Meteor to my Heart--Ah! Aurelian, how
quickly hast thou Conquer'd, and how quickly must thou Forsake. Oh Happy
(to me unfortunately Happy) Juliana! I am to be the subject of thy
Triumph--To thee Aurelian comes laden with the Tribute of my Heart and
Glories in the Oblation of his broken Vows.--What then, is Aurelian
False! False! alass, I know not what I say; How can he be False, or
True, or any Thing to me? What Promises did he ere make or I receive?
Sure I dream, or I am mad, and fansie it to be Love; Foolish Girl, recal
thy banish'd Reason.--Ah! would it were no more, would I could rave, sure
that would give me Ease, and rob me of the Sense of Pain; at least, among
my wandring Thoughts, I should at sometime light upon Aurelian, and
fansie him to be mine; kind Madness would flatter my poor feeble Wishes,
and sometimes tell me Aurelian is not lost--not irrecoverably--not for
ever lost.

Hippolito could hear no more, he had not Room for half his Transport.
When Leonora perceived a Man coming toward her, she fell a trembling, and
could not speak. Hippolito approached with Reverence, as to a Sacred
Shrine; when coming near enough to see her Consternation, he fell upon
his Knees.

'Behold, O Adored Leonora (said he) 'your ravished Aurelian, behold at
your Feet the Happiest of Men, be not disturb'd at my Appearance, but
think that Heaven conducted me to hear my Bliss pronounced by that dear
Mouth alone, whose breath could fill me with new Life.

Here he would have come nearer, but Leonora (scarce come to her self) was
getting up in haste to have gone away: he catch'd her Hand, and with all
the Endearments of Love and Transport pressed her stay; she was a long
time in great Confusion, at last, with many Blushes, she entreated him to
let her go where she might hide her Guilty Head, and not expose her shame
before his Eyes, since his Ears had been sufficient Witnesses of her
Crime. He begg'd pardon for his Treachery in over-hearing, and confessed
it to be a Crime he had now repeated. With a Thousand Submissions,
Entreaties, Prayers, Praises, Blessings, and passionate Expressions he
wrought upon her to stay and hear him. Here Hippolito made use of his
Rhetorick, and it proved prevailing: 'Twere tedious to tell the many
ingenious Arguments he used, with all her Nice Distinctions and
Objections. In short, he convinced her of his Passion, represented t