f his Wounds, that they now despair'd of his recovery; and thereupon
return'd to the Ball very well satisfied, but not before Leonora and
Hippolito were departed.

So, Reader, having now discharg'd my Conscience of a small Discovery
which I thought my self obliged to make to Thee, I proceed to tell thee,
that our Friend Aurelian had by this time danced himself into a Net which
he neither could, nor which is worse desired to untangle.

His Soul was charm'd to the movement of her Body: an Air so graceful, so
sweet, so easie and so great, he had never seen. She had something of
Majesty in her, which appear'd to be born with her; and though it struck
an awe into the Beholders, yet was it sweetned with a familiarity of
Behaviour, which rendred it agreeable to every Body. The grandeur of her
Mien was not stiff, but unstudied and unforced, mixed with a simplicity;
free, yet not loose nor affected. If the former seem'd to condescend,
the latter seem'd to aspire; and both to unite in the centre of
Perfection. Every turn she gave in dancing snatcht Aurelian into a
Rapture, and he had like to have been out two or three times with
following his Eyes, which she led about as Slaves to her Heels.

As soon as they had done dancing, he began to complain of his want of
Breath and Lungs, to speak sufficiently in her Commendation; She
smilingly told him, he did ill to dance so much then: Yet in
Consideration of the pains he had taken more than ordinary upon her
account she would bate him a great deal of Complement, but with this
Proviso, That he was to discover to her who he was. Aurelian was
unwilling for the present to own himself to be really the Man he was;
when a suddain thought came into his Head to take upon him the Name and
Character of Hippolito, who he was sure was not known in Florence. He
thereupon, after a little pause, pretended to recal himself in this
manner: 'Madam, it is no small demonstration of the entire Resignation
which I have made of my Heart to your Chains, since the secrets of it are
no longer in my power. I confess I only took Florence in my way, not
designing any longer Residence, than should be requisite to inform the
Curiosity of a Traveller, of the rareties of the Place. Whether
Happiness or Misery will be the Consequence of that Curiosity, I am yet
in fear, and submit to your Determination; but sure I am, not to depart
Florence till you have made me the most miserable Man in it, and refuse
me the f