HIS Highness the Duke of Maine, as all the World knows, is natu­ral Son to Lewis the XIV. It is no wonder then to see his Heart capa­ble of the tenderest and softest Impressions, being the Off-spring of a Monarch, who has made and makes still the Fair Sex his chiefest Delight. Madam Montespan, Mo­ther to the Duke being one Day with the King, told him, Sir, if your Majesty would be pleas'd to match my Sons and Daughters with Princes and Princesses of the Blood, I should eternally be thankful for the Kind­ness. Madam, answer'd the King, I would willingly give you that satisfaction, but the Prince of Conde my Cousin did not seem very well pleas'd when I propos'd a Match be­tween the Duke of Maine and Madamoiselle de Conde his Grand-Daughter. No doubt, re­ply'd [Page 2] that Lady, with a haughty Tone, he will rather chuse to bestow her upon the Prince of Roche-sur-yon, who is more able to make her Fortune. Madam, I can say no­thing to that, answer'd the King coldly: But if you desire it, I'll speak to him again about it, and endeavour to marry the Duke of An­guien his Grand-son to Madamoiselle de Tours your eldest Daughter. As for Madamoiselle de Nantes her younger Sister, I design her for my Nephew the Duke of Chartres. Lord! Sir, cry'd Madam Montespan, your Majesty don't consider what a noise this will make; for the Duke of Orleans will never suffer the Duke of Chartres to marry my Daughter. Madam, said the King, raising a little his Voice, leave that to me: 'Tis not for no­thing that I wear a Crown; and would not you be surpriz'd, if I should tell you that the Duke of Maine is already in Love with Ma­damoiselle de Chartres, and that this Princess likes him so far as to make the World think that she would not be displeased to have him for a Husband? That were surprizing indeed, answer'd she: How! could Madamoiselle's high Spirit descend so low as the Duke of Maine. No, I cannot believe it. Besides the Dutchess of Orleans cannot endure him. Madam, said the King, there have been grea­ter Miracles before now: Love by a secret and unknown Power unites all things. Sir, reply'd Madam Montespan, I am well enough pleas'd with that flattering Fancy; but what [Page 3] shall we do with Count Vexin? Your Majesty loves him; he is the youngest of my Chil­dren, and, in my Opinion, the most deser­ving. That's but your Fancy, said that Mo­narch with a Smile: The Duke of Maine has a great deal more Fire and Sprightliness than his younger Brother. But, Sir, reply'd Madam Montespan, Count Vexin's pretty lit­tle Ways are so wonderfully pleasing and endearing—Yes, said the King, be­cause you are more fond of him than all the rest: But let me tell you, Matrimony is not fit for him, and therefore we must consecrate him to the Church. I'll not be against it, reply'd she, if he likes the Proposal: But he seems to have as great a Passion for Women as his Brother, who is a downright little Vulcan. Why, truly, Madam, answer'd that Prince, smiling, Do you think that be­cause a Man marries the Church he must therefore renounce Women? I thought you knew better things: A black Coat hides a great many Mysteries of Love, that would make a strange noise in the World, without such a Cloak.—

These Words were scarce out of the King's Mouth, when the old Prince of Conde came in; and after he had entertain'd the King, according to his Desire, Madam Montespan took an opportunity to expostulate with him the Contempt he had for her Son. Never was Prince so surpriz'd; but however he thought sit to dissemble his Uneasiness. Ma­dam, [Page 4] said he, I am so far from having any such Thoughts, that I could wish the Duke of Auguien had Desert enough to merit one of your Ladyship's Daughters, who, in my Opinion, are both perfect Beauties. Madam Montespan held her peace, and look'd upon the King, who said with a Smile, I shall make it my business to keep the Royal Family quiet: Soon after, the Conversation ended, and Company separated.

Whilst others were industrious in speaking in the Duke of Maine's Favour, he was busie in improving all Opportunities to give Proofs of his Passion to Madamoiselle de Chartres, who was inclined to receive them kindly when she could do it without being observed. One day he had the good Fortune to find her alone in her Closet; and as he entertain'd her with the Force and Extent of his Love, Prince, reply'd Madamoiselle with a languishing Air, What would you have me do for you? What I would have you do for me, answer'd the Duke with a passionate Eagerness? I would have you love me illustrious Princess, if I can ever be so fortunate as to please you. Alas! cry'd she with a blush, how unkind and cruel you are! Why would you not tell me you had a Design upon my Heart? The Prince perceiving she spoke with so much Sweetness and good Na­ture, cast himself at her Feet, and told her, transported with Love, Divine Creature, if my Fate could ever be so happy as to—here he stop'd, being interupted by Mauri­tia, [Page 5] one of the Princess's Maids, She being a Person of an easie Temper, and one that the Princess entrusted with all her Secrets, the Duke pursu'd his passionate Conversation. The same Day the Duke of Orleans made a splendid Ball in the Royal Palace, where the Duke of Maine appear'd in a very agreeable Disguise, that he might the better entertain Madamoiselle with all the sweet endearing Expressions that his Love could suggest to him. He was taken notice of by the Duke of Or­leans, who told the King of it; but he made as if he did not hear him. The Ball being over, the Duke of Maine withdrew to his Apartment, more deeply in Love than ever, and abandon'd himself to all the Torments and Pleasures of his new-born Passion. His Mind was still floating and toss'd betwixt Hope and Fear, and distracted by two violent Passions. He debated within himself what course he had best to take to compass his grand Design of marrying Madamoiselle de Chartres, in which he met with many Obsta­cles and Difficulties. He often consulted with his Mother, who assur'd him that she never miss'd any Opportunity to speak to the King about it; adding with Sorrow, that her Influence upon that Monarch was not so prevailing as before. Nothing, Dear Son, cry'd she with a Sigh, nothing is constant in this World, and the kindest Prince that is, cannot always love the same Object. But yet, Madam, answer'd that young Prince, [Page 6] Constancy ought to be inseparable from a great Mind, since there can be no true Felici­ty without it. That's true, Dear Child, reply'd Madam Montespan; but Kings have their real Failings as well as the rest of Mor­tals; and our great Monarch, tho' in all other respects accomplish'd, has still the Frailty of being changeable in Love. He is infinitely pleas'd with variety; of which Madam la Valiere made me but too sensible before she turn'd Nun. Besides, I am afraid my Ene­mies whisper in the King's Ear what some Court-Flatterers told formerly one of the Kings of Persia, who was constant to one of his Mistresses meerly upon the score of good Manners and Conscience, That it was below his Grandeur to mind whether what he did was decent or undecent, just or unjust, since his Pleasure ought to be the only Rule and Standard of Decency and Justice. This, Madam, reply'd the Duke of Maine, is the common way of pleasing Princes: Every thing must yield to their Desires; surrounded as they are by a Crowd of Flatterers, they can never know themselves: Their Failings are artfully painted and varnish'd; their Actions heightened and advanc'd by false Lights and Glitterings; and their smaller Vertues canonized: I know a World of per­nicious Courtiers, who never approach the Throne, but they poison it with their intox­ [...]cating Tongues, most fatal to the Mind of a well-born Monarch. Flattery, said Madam [Page 7] Montespan, does not stop at the Throne, but diffuses and spreads it self through all the Branches of the Court. You know the Dutchess of—She has daily a Crowd of Admirers at her Feet, who do but play the Fool with her; and persuade her that she can contend for Beauty with the Angels: That her Merit is infinite, and capable of en­chanting the whole World; and with such like Fooleries they fill her Mind with pleasing chimerical Fancies: But let the good Lady have as many Admirers as she pleases, all their fine Speeches and flattering Nonsence will never conceal her Homeliness, and Vulgar Carriage. The Duke was a going to say some pleasing thing or other upon the Pi­cture his Mother had made of the Dutchess; but was interrupted by the Abbot Morcau, who came to visit Madam Montespan, and to give her an Account of a Commission she had given him, that did not much become the Gravity of his Character.

The Duke of Maine taking this opportu­nity to leave his Mother, went to the Wood of Boulogne to entertain his enamour'd Fancy with the Charms and Graces of his Mistress. Sitting on a little rising ground which he found very convenient, he revolv'd in his Mind all that a great Mind can think of to carry on the Scheme of his Design. Some time after he went into the thickest part of the Wood, and wrote in his Table▪Book the Copy of a Letter, which he afterwards sent [Page 8] to Madamoiselle; which contained these Words:

Upon the reading of this Letter, Mada­moiselle could not forbear Laughing at the witty insinuating way of the Duke, to en­gage her to Love. He gives himself a need­less trouble, (cry'd she with a Sigh) to per­swade me to Love him: Alas! I find I Love him too much already: But I am afraid my Inclinations must be contradicted, and that I am destin'd for some greater Person than the Duke of Maine. Madame, (who over-heard [Page 9] her pronounce that Name) came on a sudden into Madamoiselle's Chamber, and said to her, Princess, What's the meaning of this? I per­ceive the Duke of Maine has made a strong Impression on your Heart, which ought to be the Price of something above the Son of an Unfaithful Woman. In Germany and several other Countries, they look upon such Persons with utmost Contempt, and had rather Match with a common Gentleman, than with a Prince basely Born. Madamoiselle made no answer to her Mothers Advices, but only fetch'd some Sighs, which convinc'd Madame, that she had a great Tenderness for the Duke. Nay, then 'tis plain you Love him, said she, with a severe Tone; but who is it that has rais'd so injurious a Passion in your Breast? And how can a Princess like your self, thus poorly stint her Desires, when she can have her Choice of many Illustrious Princes. In short, assure your self, I'll never consent to such Baseness, said the Dutchess of Or­leans, leaving Madamoiselle in the deepest con­cern for the contempt she express'd for her Lover. This young Princess was irresolute and perplex'd, when Mauritia came in, to whom she unbosom'd all her Sorrows. This Maid, though of a soft and easie Temper, as I said before, had still a great deal of Judgment and Discretion, and was not want­ing in giving good Advice to Madamoiselle upon this Occasion. The Princess having heard her out with great attention, told [Page 10] her, Alas! my Dear, if you knew what strange Motions I have to struggle with, you would pity me! Madam, reply'd Mauritia, how is it possible that a Person that has so much strength of Mind, as your Royal Highness, should be thus hurried and transported by her Passions? Do but resist their first Impres­sions, and be sure of Victory. You do not speak as if you felt what you say, Dearest Mauritia, reply'd Madamoiselle with a laugh­ing Air, perhaps you never Lov'd in your Life, or if you did, 'twas so faintly, that you can scarce distinguish betwixt Indiffe­rence and Love. I confess Madam, said Mauritia, that when a Woman loves in good earnest, 'tis a hard matter for her to command her self. But however we must be rul'd by Reason; and your High­ness is sensible, that the Duke of Orleans your Father, will never suffer you to Marry the Duke of Maine, were he the most perfect and Accomplish'd Person in the World. Bar­barous Duty, cry'd Madamoiselle, cruel Rea­son! you do but rack and torture a Heart that calls for your Assistance. Why, said she (looking upon a Nightingale she had in her Chamber) why cannot we live like those innocent Creatures, who follow the inclina­tions of Nature, without vexatious Fears.

Madamoiselle left her Confident, and went to walk alone in a Solitary Place. The Duke of Maine, who burn'd with Impatience to know the Effects of his Letter, and being [Page 11] inform'd where she was, met her there in some few Moments. Madamoiselle was a little sur­priz'd at the sight of him, and changing Colour, told him, Duke, you come in very good time to divert me from a Thought which was like to carry me very far. May a Man be so bold, (reply'd the Prince) as to ask you the Subject of that Thought, which undoubted­ly was a pleasing one. Prince, (answer'd Ma­damoiselle, with a little Concern and Disor­der) you had the greatest share in it. Is it possible, Madam! cry'd the Duke, transpor­ted with Love; is it possible, Divine Crea­ture, that my good Fortune can be so great? Perhaps, said Madamoiselle with a Smile, you did not expect to hear News that flatters all Hearts; you men love to please—No question, Madam, said the Prince, especi­ally so Illustrious a Princess, who is the Ad­miration of the Universe, and the Delight of the Court. Do not rally your Friends, reply'd Madamoiselle, giving him her Hand, which the Duke kept close to his Lips, for a quarter of an Hour, without speaking one word. What means this Silence, said Ma­damoiselle, Laughing, has some secret Charm robb'd you of your Speech? Yes, incomp [...] ­rable Princess, I am no more my self, cry'd the Duke, grasping Madamoiselle's Knees, my Fortune is so great and uncommon, that I cannot but be amaz'd at it. Your good Fortune is not yet compleat, said she with Sorrow: If I was at my own Disposal, I [Page 12] would soon resolve upon the Choice I am to take; But you know I depend upon the ty­rannizing Authority of a Father. Alas, Ma­dam, said the Prince, (making some steps backwards) why did not you leave me in this pleasing Error? And why would you acquaint me with my Misfortune? My Heart did already flatter me with the hopes that you only depended on your self, and that I was to be one day the happiest Man alive. He could not make an end of these Words, without falling at Madamoiselle's Feet, who had much ado to recover him out of his Surprize. You grow Pale and Faint, Prince, said Madamoiselle, (perceiving that he began to come to himself) You want Courage where there is most occasion: Are Words able to shake your Constancy thus? 'Tis with a bleeding Heart that I tell you this News, no less fatal to my quiet, than your own: But assure your self, that what I do now, or shall be oblig'd to do hereafter, will be much against my inclination.

The Duke of Maine stood Speechless all this while, and left Madamoiselle, because he saw the Duke of Orleans making towards them, whom he knew would not have been very well pleased to find him with his Daugh­ter in so retired a place. The Duke of Or­leans, who is very suspicious and distrustful, got upon a rising Ground, to see whether he could descry any Body going down from the Castle; and having perceived the Coach of [Page 13] the Duke of Maine, he gave Madamoiselle very sharp and biting touches upon that Subject, to which Madamoiselle made no return, but express'd a great deal of Discretion and Mo­desty. Afterwards leaving his Royal High­ness to his own Thoughts, she withdrew to her Closet, to reflect on her present condi­tion. Monsieur, who is Jealous even to Fury, in whatever concerns him, finding that his Daughter was gone from him, flew into such a Rage as cannot be express'd: He en­quir'd of his Men, where she was, and went presently to her, and affecting a composed Countenance, told her, 'tis against my Will Daughter, that you entertain the Duke of Maine; your Mother is extreamly displea­sed with it; you must expect to find her Resentments break out before it be long. But how can you Love a Person who upon many accounts, can bring nothing but Dishonour to the Royal Family. Alas Sir, cry'd Mada­moiselle, I perceive a thousand violent thoughts in your Mind to Ruin me. And I, reply'd Monsieur, see you'll never be satisfied till you are in the Duke's Embraces, but you will soon repent it. I do nothing that I ought to be Asham'd of, answer'd Madamoi­selle, if I have a small Esteem for the Duke of Maine, I think he does deserve it, and your Highness cannot blame me for it. 'Tis true, I have just now been with him in the Arbour, but 'twas innocentiy done on my side, for I never thought he would have come [Page 14] to me there. We always seek the Company of those that love us, reply'd Monsieur with a sharp Tone; and if the Duke of Maine was not sure of the Conquest of your Heart, he would not be so eager to find you out.

Madamoiselle perceived well enough what her Father meant by that; and being endow'd with a strange ready Wit, and admirable Address, where are those malicious Tongues, reply'd she with assurance, that have in­form'd your Highness that I Lov'd the Duke of Maine, so far as to make him run after me? My own Eyes have told me so, reply'd he going away, and I want no other Wit­nesses. Alas! cry'd the Princess, when she found her self alone, I must loose you, dear Duke, and with you I must loose my Re­pose for ever! Here her Tears and Sighs stopp'd her Voice; and Mauritia, who by this time was come in, soon perceived by her Paleness, and down-cast look, the trouble and anguish of her mind. Alas! said she, mov'd with pity, in what a deplorable con­dition do I find your Highness! You love, Madam, added she, and that's enough to make you Miserable. That's the cause of my De­spair, my dear Mauritia, answer'd Madamoi­selle, all the World will talk of my Weak­nesses, my Heart is grown rebellious and un­ruly, and consults nothing but its Inclinati­ons: It never was in my power to do other­wise than I have done; therefore, my Dearest, pity my Misfortunes, and consider my cruel [Page 15] Fate, which makes me lead a pitying lan­guishing Life, and will shortly I fear hurry me to my Grave.

Mauritia being gone according to her Mi­striss's Command, Madamoiselle fell into a deep amorous Melancholy, and gratify'd all those Griefs and Uneasinesses, that can be conceived by none but those that have lost the Persons they loved. The Duke of Chartres her Brother did somewhat alleviate her Pain by a thousand little Stories he told her of several Court-Ladies that were very busie and indu­strious in getting Admirers. But, said that Prince Smiling, it signifies little to Conquer us, the difficulty is to keep us when Con­quer'd. Most Women fancy, that because they have Charm'd a Man at first, he is pre­sently their Slave for ever; but truly they are mistaken, we do not sell our Liberty at so cheap a rate. No doubt, Brother, said Madamoiselle, (disguising her inward Troubles) No doubt, you are one of those uncertain Conquests. I cannot tell, dear Sister, returned he Smiling: The Duke of Maine however is more eagerly assaulted than I: Five or six of our First Rate Beauties have this Morning Besieg'd his Heart with a nu­merous Army of gentle Leers, amorous Glances, and passionate Ogles, which are like to carry it soon upon easie Terms. The Duke of Maine's Heart Besieg'd, reply'd Ma­damoiselle, with an uneasie Concern, and what will this poor Prince do, to get out of this [Page 16] Danger? He must, reply'd the Duke of Chartres, send for all the Artillery we have in Flanders, to his relief, or else he runs great hazard of loosing his Heart. That's an im­pregnable Fortress, Brother, said Madamoi­selle, the Duke of Maine has hitherto bid defiance to all the most conquering and dan­gerous Ladies, and will he now surrender without resistance? No, I cannot believe it; and I know something that perswades me to the contrary. 'Tis true, return'd mali­ciously the Duke of Chartres, that when a Man's Heart is once possess'd by an inclina­tion, it is a hard matter to make any sensible Impressions upon it. He loves you, Sister, and how could he then feel the Darts of others? The Duke of Maine, answer'd Madamoiselle, is not so deeply in Love with me, as you are with his Sister, every Body talks of the Pas­sion you have for her; they say you Love, nay, adore her, even to Madness. That's a little too much, and I am not so far gone, reply'd the Duke of Chartres, 'tis true, Sister added he, Madamoiselle de Nantes is a most ado­rable Creature; for besides that she is a perfect Beauty, has a thousand agreeable, charm­ing and endearing Qualities; she is Mistress of a great deal of Wit and good Nature, a thing rarely found in your Sex, which gene­rally is all made up of Malice. These Com­pliments, Brother, said Madamoiselle, are not very Engaging; But however, I will acquaint you that you have a Rival no way inferior [Page 17] to you in any thing than can please a handsom Lady. And who is this dreadful Rival, said the Duke? Cannot one be acquainted with his Name? 'Tis the Prince of Roche sur-yon, answer'd Madamoiselle, who has a great Pas­sion for her. For Madamoiselle of Tours, the Eldest Sister, you mean, reply'd the Duke of Chartres, with a disdainful Air; for I am sure the Younger will never love him. Who can answer for her Heart, Brother? return'd that Princess, smiling: A Lady's Faith is a small Assurance, when expos'd to a thousand Temptations: She may indeed swear an E­steem to her Lover; but Oaths that pass be­tween Lovers, are easily given, and as easily broken: And how can any body build upon a Passion which is born one day, and dies the next, without so much as knowing the Prin­ciple of its Rise, or the cause of its Fall. Aristes and Eugenius, two Great Philosophers, discoursing one day by the Sea side, about the original of that Passion, did define it in few words: Aristes said to Eugenius, That Love is an agreeable Conformity that unites our Hearts, and a secret Sympathy from which arises one of those je ne sç [...]y quois, not to be express'd by words. Certainly, Sister, reply'd the Duke of Chartres, it is a very dif­ficult matter to know the secret Tie that sa­stens us to the Person belov'd: Our Love re­presents her more Beautiful than the Angels, and without any Fault with relation to us, who wou'd be sorry she shou'd be otherwise.

Madamoiselle and the Duke of Chartres were thus pursuing this agreeable Conversation, when Madam interrupted them, and told Madamoiselle she wanted her Company to visit the Princess of Conti. Madamo [...]selle readily comply'd with her Mother's desire, and went where-ever the Dutchess of Orleans was pleas'd to carry her. The next day follow­ing was spent in Hunting: And the Prince acquainted Madam with the Marriage of the Prince of Roche-sur-yon, with Madamoiselle de Tours, Daughter to Madam Montespan. And what's the meaning of this New Match, said Madam to the Prince of Conti? The King, you see, Madam, return'd he smiling, takes care of his Children. It seems he does, answer'd Madam; but methinks his Majesty might very well spare to Marry Princes of the Blood with such sort of Persons: Have not we Marquisses, Barons, and Gentlemen enough in Francc to bestow them upon, without—Madam, reply'd the Prince, your Highness will see more than all this, if the King lives: He first began with me, when he gave me the First Fruits of his Amours; Madamoiselle of Vermandois, whom I have marry'd, tells me that often enough. Prince, said Madam, I make a great deal of difference betwixt the Children of Madam la Valiere, and those of Madam Montespan: We cannot with Justic [...] blame the first; she was a single Person tha [...] never lov'd any Man beside the King; where­as the other is a perjur'd Woman, who ha [...] [Page 19] left her Husband for a Prince who begins to be weary of her. I Foretold her this just Judg­ment of Heaven, added Madam; but she was then so great a Cocquet, that she made no other answer, but that we were born to our selves, to enjoy the Pleasures of Life. A very worldly and sensual Answer, reply'd the Prince of Conti, and which has but little of that Piety which that Lady begins to profess. Truly, Prince, said the Dutchess, she has a great deal to answer for, if Adulteries be cri­minal. Pshaw, Madam, reply'd the Princ [...], smiling, Father Anet, her Confessor has a Se­cret to absolve all Sins, and turn them into venial ones. Pray, what's that you call a ve­nial Sin, said Madam, interrupting him? Our Reverend Father the Jesuits, make several Classes of Sins; some are Moral, others Phi­losophical, and others again Theological: And of all those Sins, Father Racine says, none can damn a Man but the Theological. Here the rest of the Company coming up to Madam, interrupted their Conversation: But what put this Princess out of Humour, was, the sight of the Duke of Maine, who ran with all speed after these Illustrious Hun­ters.

As soon as this Prince had saluted Mada­moiselle, he came near Madam, who gave him a very indifferent Reception: He was us'd to such Crosses of Fortune, and so was little con­cern'd at this; blesides, one of Madamoiselle's Smiles that he got now and then, made him [Page 20] sufficient amends for her Mother's Frowns, and made him look extreamly well pleas'd. As they were riding along, Madamoiselle de­sired him to hold a little Cane she had in her hand; this Cane, besides a Knot of Carnation Ribbands, and several Diamonds, had a fine Emrald with the Prince's Picture (both a Present of the Duke's) on which his Highness bestow'd a thousand Kisses, unperceiv'd by all but Madamoiselle, who told him as she alighted from her Horse, Prince, who did you think upon, when you so devoutly kiss'd the Image you had in your hands about an hour ago? Who could I think upon but your dear Self, most Beauti [...]ul Princess, an­swer'd the Duke, since 'tis your Image I love and venerate more than those of all the Saints in Paradise, who perhaps could not have so much Power over me as your Highness. How can that be, reply'd Madamoiselle? You know I cure no Dis [...]a [...]es, but rather cause Suff [...]rings, if I may believe you? I confess, Madam, r [...]ply'd the Duke, with an Air that made Madamoiselle laugh, your Highness is more apt to make a wretched Mortal languish, than—He said no more; and Mada­moiselle, who saw that Madam observ'd them, took his Sil [...]nce as a sign of his Love and R [...] ­spect.

The Company being separated, and re­tir'd to their respective Houses, the Duke of Maine reflected on his ill Fortune, with re­spect to Monsieur and Madam the Dutchess o [...] [Page 21] Orleans, who look'd upon him with Con­tempt. He resolv'd at last to speak to the King about it; but his Majesty told him, That he was not like ever to compass what he aim'd at: That Monsi [...]ur design'd his Daughter for a Monarch; and that he had already spoke in his Favour, but could not prevail. But, Sir, reply'd the Duke, I dare flatter my self that the Princess does not hate me. I am apt to believe it, said the King; but it is not enough to have her Consent; you must have Monsieur and Madam's Good will too; if you propose to be happy: But, Duke, added his Majesty, be rul'd by me; since you have a mind to marry, disengage your self from Madamoiselle de Chartres, and bend your Thoughts on Madamoiselle de Bourbon, who is a lovely and deserving Princess: For tho? the Prince of Conde her Grandfather be not vèry well pleas'd with the Match, yet I am sure the Duke of Angu [...]en will not be against it. Sir, reply'd the Duke of Maine, methinks I should like Madamoiselle de Condé the Eldest Sister a great deal better. Marriages are not govern'd by Choice; and do not you see, said the King, that she's design'd for the Prince of Roche-sur-yon? But, Sir, return'd the Duke, can't one serve that Prince's turn? They say he has a Design upon Madamo [...]selle de Tours my Sister,—Yes, reply'd the King; but I believe the other will carry it, and that Madamo [...]selle de [Page 22] Tours your Sister will marry the Duke of Bourbon.

All the Reasons the King did use, were not able to divert the Duke's Thoughts from Madamoiselle de Condé, in whom he found a thousand Accomplishments; and as soon as he had left his Majesty, he went to pay her a Visit, overwhelm'd with a deep Melancholy, for being in a manner forc'd to quit Madamoi­selle, whom he so much esteem'd and admir'd. After he had been some time in this languish­ing Condition, the old Duke of Condé died, and his Death freed him from a potent Ene­my, because his Highness had always had a mortal Hatred for all the Children of Madam Montespan. The Duke of Maine being thus at liberty, and pretty well recover'd of the amorous Torments he felt for Madamoiselle de Chartres, he made for a long time his earnest and constant Addresses to Madamoiselle de Condé. But when this lovely Princess began to be enamour'd with the Charms of the Duke of Maine, she was as it were snatch'd away from his Arms, to be given io the Prince of Roche-sur-yon. The Duke is mad at the Disappointment; he raves, he weeps, pulls of his Hair, grows weary of Life, and swears he'll revenge the wrong done him, in his Rival's Blood. The Dauphin hearing of i [...] acquaints the King with these frantick De­signs, who presently orders the Duke of Maine to be under Arrest till the mad Fit be over. While he was thus confin'd, he could [Page 23] not enjoy a minute's rest till he had disclos'd his Passion to his Mistress, and assur'd her how unfortunate he was in his absence from her. Here is a faithful Copy of a Letter he sent to her to that purpose.

Madamoiselle de Condé having receiv'd this Letter, could not forbear to answer it as followeth:

The Duke of Maine having bestow'd a thousand Kisses upon this Letter, felt an un­expressible Joy in the Hopes his Mistress gave him to love him for ever; which were con­firm'd by the small Inclination Madnmoiselle de Condé had for the Prince of Roche sur-yon: She will never love him, said he to himself; and I shall be Master of her Heart, if no other Inclination robs me of it. Women are in­constant, and pleas'd with Variety—But what do I say! Perhaps my Princess will be true for ever; at least I will believe her so, since I cannot live easie, without that pleasing, tho' deceitful Fancy.

The Duke of Maine was thus entertaining his amorous Thoughts, when news was brought him that the King releas'd him from his Consinement, which was in one of his Friend's House. This Friend was marry'd to a Lady (whom I beg leave to disguise under the Name of Countess Brigid) for which the Duke had a fancy; not because she was hand­som, but by reason of some secret Charms in her Wit and Conversation, that drown'd the Defects of her Person. Therefore when the Duke of Maine receiv'd the news of his Free­dom, he made answer, That he would not stir out till he had a mind to it himself, since he had been consin'd against his Will, about a Business that would have ended without noise. The Duke of Marsillac, who was charg'd with the King's Orders, return'd his Answer to his Majesty; who left the Duke to do as [Page 26] he thought fit. The Countess Brigid, whom this Prince had entertain'd with his Passion, began to be desperately in Love him; and be­fore he went to his Command in Flanders, un­der the Duke of Luxemburg, she granted him the last Favours: But in so ingaging and en­dearing a manner, that the Duke has since confest that he never loved so intirely a Wo­man without Beauty. The sweet Moments he spent in her Company, made him forget all his past Misfortunes, except Mademoiselle de Condé, whose Image was always present to his Mind.

One Day as he was at Chantilli, (a House of Pleasure that formerly belong'd to Madam Montespan his Mother) musing upon the Charms of that Princess, he receiv'd a Letter handsomly seal'd up, which came from his Countess with the following Words.

The Duke of Maine, who was then in Company, could not forbear Laughing at the last Words of the Countess's Letter, which were a Riddle to every Body but him, and her that wrote them. He admir'd the Witty Turns of that Lady, and the tender Expres­sions of her Love to him; and therefore did not fail to meet her at the appointed Hour. The fine Moon-shine invited the impatient Countess to get upon a rising ground to look for her dear Lover, who soon after agreeably surpriz'd her, and told her: Madam, I am so possest with the Passion you have rais'd in me, that had I not seen you this Night, I would certainly have expir'd. Then you Love me much, (said the Countess, embracing him:) Now indeed I am the most fortunate Woman under the Heavens; let's make the most of your Presence, and my Hus­band's Absence. The Duke Regal'd the Coun­tess with his agreeable Conversation, and a great deal of playing and toying no less plea­sing: After that he went his way, as all [Page 28] your Fortunate Lovers do; that is, a lit­tle in haste, and as they say at Paris, à la Masarine.

Some few Weeks after, the Duke being in the Field, receiv'd the News of Mademoiselle de Condé's Marriage, which threw him into so deep a Melancholy, that none of his Friends could guess at the Cause of his Concern. He soon after fell sick of a Tertian Ague, which he used to call an Amorous one. His Physician perceiving that he was against all manner of Physick, administred to him of a very hand­some Girl for his Cure.

The Duke of Maine who knew the thing, was secret, made the best of this Prescrip­tion during the Campaign, and rewarded well his Physician for his Remedy, which had re­stor'd him to his perfect Health. This Phy­sical Girl, who was in Boys Cloaths, having done considerable Services to the Love-sick Duke, return'd to the Doctor his lawful Ma­ster, who, as I am told, has since perform'd wonderful Cures with his Recipe.

The Summer Expedition being over the Duke of Maine, came back to Paris with the rest of the Generals, and every one continued in his Winter-quarters to divert himself with the Ladies. The Duke resumed his former Visits to the Princess of Roche-sar-you, who al­ways receiv'd them kindly, and 'twas in those Visits that he fell in Love with Mademo [...]selle de Bourbon the Princess's Sister. All the Thoughts of the Court were presently bent upon this [Page 29] Match; but whether the Duke had a mind to shew his Resentment for being refused before, or whether he was still fond of a single Life, and averse to so solemn an Engagement, his Marriage was put off till another time.

In this interim he fell in Love with a Mar­chioness that made great noise at Court, both by her Youthful Beauty and Sprightly Wit. The Difficulty the Duke met with, was to find a way through a Multitude of Admirers, that Night and Day laid close Siege to that Lady. However he slatter'd himself with some hopes, (as most young Men ar [...] apt to do) upon the account of his Birth, his good Meen, his Wit, and all that can dazle the Eyes of a young Per­son who enters the World, and loves to be Courted.

The first time he saw the Marchioness, whose Name you must suppose to be Cliodora, was at an Acquaintance of his; that Charm­ing Person was employ'd about picki [...]g and stringing fine Pearls for Bracelets when the Duke came into the Room where she was; he approach'd her with a bashful and respectful Look, and stood a little while gazing upon her, not daring to speak to her; but growing a little more bold, he kneel'd before her, and told her: Madam, your incomparable Charms strike dumb the boldest of Men: I could not my self resist their force, the first Moment I saw you, I have begun to adore you: My Passion is violent, and if you can be so cruel as to deny me your Pity, give me leave at least to expire at your Feet the most Ʋnfortunate of Mortals.

The Marchioness consider'd a little before she answer'd the Duke; at last, looking upon him with a Blush; Prince, (reply'd she) I am strangely surpriz'd at your Discourse, your Pas­sion can be no better than Criminal; and my Du­ty forbids me to love you, and betray my Husband. Madam, (said the Duke with a sorrowful Look) you have pronounced the Sentence of my Death, and I care not to live any longer, if you rob me of the Hopes of pleasing you.

Cliodora, whose Temper was apt to receive the first Impressions of Love; and who begun to feel something more than an Esteem for this new Adorer, whom she thought extream­ly Charming, went out of the Room upon some pretence, fearing lest her Tenderness should triumph over her Reason, she begun to hug her self for standing this Trial, with­out giving any hopes to her Lover: But, alas! Love which subdues all by an irresistible force, soon instam'd the Marchioness with a fire that she never felt before: She loved the Duke from that very Moment, but with so strong a Passion, that never was a Woman so trou­bled and so uneasie; and tho' she's now very careful to avoid the sight of her Conqueror, the God of Love whispers in her Ear, that she must yield ere it be long.

The Duke who was still disappointed in his Endeavours to see the Marchioness abroad, took one Day the Resolution to visit her at her House, and had the good Fortune to meet her alone, more Charming than the very Angels. [Page 31] Cliodora was then in a careless but magnificent Deshabillee, with Hair tied up with Amaranth-colour Knots and large Diamonds, and her Breast half naked: What Raptures did our Lover feel at the sight of so many Beauties? He forgot in that moment all his other Mi­stresses; nay, he forgot his very self, since he lay Speechless, and as it were, in a Swoon, at the Feet of this lovely Person, who look­ing upon him with languishing Eyes, com­pleated the Duke's Defeat.

This Prince having recovered his Amorous Enthusiasm, clos'd his Lips to one of the Fair Marchioness's Hands, and bathing it with his Tears told her, Madam, if I commit a Crime in loving you, your self are the cause of it; your bright Eyes have inchanted me; forgive me, Di­vine Creature, and consent to my Desires. The Marchioness, who by this time was in great Disorder, made no answer to the Duke, and s [...]emed to approve his Design by her Silence. The Duke made use of so fair an opportuni­ty to snatch some amorous Kisses. Afterwards he went away, fearing the Discovery of so charming and desirable a Mystery.

Being return'd home, he reflected on his Behaviour with the Marchioness, and was a­sham'd of his Bashfulness and Timidity. ‘I have been blest, said he to himself, with the sight of those Beauties that have height­ned my Passion, and raptur'd my Soul to the highest pit [...]h: Those Eyes sparkling with Love, those sl [...]ming rosie Lips seem'd [Page 32] to bid me go farther than Respect, and yet instead of improving the blest Occasi­on, I have been at the Feet of that incom­parable Person, but a stupid faint hearted Lover. As the Duke was thus arguing the’ Matter, walking and fetching great Steps a­bout the Room, he spied upon his Table, a Letter from the Countess Brigid, who up­braided him with his Inconstancy and want of Faith: The Letter contain'd what fol­lows.

The Duke having perus'd this Letter, flung it down again upon his Table with disdain; and said, Do you think, Madam, that a Man [Page 33] can always love you at the same rate? Faith, I have other things to mind; and my new born Passion finds me more business than any I ever had. Besides, you can boast of nothing that can come in Competition with my Charming Cliodora; her Rosie Lips, hr Lil­ly-Complexion, her bright killing Eyes, her sweet delicate Breast; in short, all her Love­ly Person does Captivate my whole Heart; nay, I love whatever she touches; and at these Words looking upon a Diamond-Ring he had on his Finger; and which, he remem­bred, Cliodora had had on hers; he kiss'd it over and over a thousand times. Amorous Extravagance! Not to be conceiv'd by any but those who have been so passionately in love as the Duke was.

The Count of Thoulouse his Brother, who came to him in that very Moment, could not forbear laughing at his Folly, and ask'd what he did kiss with so much Passion? My Hand, Brother, (return'd the Duke) which has touch'd a most lovely thing: Nay, then (re­ply'd the Count, I have nothing to say to it, since you commit an agreeable Folly. But pray tell me, Brother, what part of your Mi­stresses Person is that you have touch'd? Her Mouth (reply'd the Duke: That's the nearest place to the Heart, said the Count: That may be, return'd the Duke: But, alas! I find that Heart impenetrable, and 'twill cost me a great many Sighs before I arrive at the height of Happiness. Your Mistress is very cruel, [Page 34] I perceive, said the Count smiling. I thought a Cavalier like you, could not languish above a Day; you must not stay till she surrenders of her own accord, but take her at unawares, while she gives you an opportunity: For my part, added he, I never told a Woman twice I lov'd her. You are happy, (reply'd the Duke:) But how can a Man wrest Favours from a Person, who will not grant them, and has Reasons not to grant them: I never was for using Violence, and had rather die for Love than force any thing from a Woman, that she will or cannot give: All for Love, will ever be my Motto: A Man ought to get a Woman's Heart, and that point once gain'd, the rest follows of Course. That's none of my Temper, said the Count bluntly; if I was Born under the Planet of Venus, I would pillage and rob in all the Dominions of Love. You have shewed it to Julia, answered the Duke of Maine: The poor Girl flies you like a Monster; and swears, she never saw so bold a Man as your self. Pshaw, Brother, (said the Count, she cries before she's hurt: The Duke of Vendome has done more to her than ever I did; but because he went a soft way to Work, she has made no noise about it. Well, that shews however, reply'd the Duke smiling, that Gentleness and Patience go a great way with the Ladies. The Duke of Vendome, like a cunning Sportsman catches the Hare, without putting her to the Squeak.

The Duke who came in to them interrup­ted their Conversation, and ask'd them, whe­ther they would give him their Company to the Opera. I had rather go to a Play, (said the Count of Thoulouse. I hear, (reply'd the Duke of Bourbon, interrupting him) you are in Love with Christina, she that Acts the most passionate Parts: Who I? (answer'd the Count, in a Surprize;) Faith, Love is none of my Business: I am too boisterous and in­constant, and would soon assault a Woman's Honour, or turn Deserter. If you be of that Humour, (reply'd the Duke) taking him by the Hand, you'll find but few Women that will have any Kindness for you: But I won­der you are not asham'd so to prophane this Noble Passion, than which none is more wor­thy of a great Mind; for my part I look up­on the Pleasure of Loving as the most refined and sweetest Enjoyment of Life. I am of your Opinion, (said the Duke of Maine, and I take a Man without Love to be like a dark dull melancholy Day: In short, Love makes Life pleasant, which otherwise would be tedious and troublesome.

The Count of Thoulouse perceiving that the Conversation ran still upon Love, gave the Duke of Maine a Pat over the Shoulder, and told him; Faith, Brother, 'tis a little uncivil to take so much Delight in teazing a Man at this rate; Come let's go to the Italian Play­house. These three Princes took Coach pre­sently, and went first into the Pit, and after­wards [Page 36] upon the Stage. Arlequin Acted that Day the Emperour of the Moon; and the Count of Thoulouse, who still had the late Conversati­on present in his Thoughts, ask'd him, Whe­ther People made Love in the Moon, just as they do here? An't please your Highness, re­ply'd that famous Mimick, without any man­ner of Concern; which set the whole Audi­ence a laughing. Well, (said the Count) go on with your Business.

The Play being done, these Princes return'd to their respective Apartments; and the next Day the Duke of Maine went to Visit the Marchioness, who distrusting her own Heart, thought it a piece of Prudence to avoid his sight. Therefore she stole through a back Gate, and went to walk in the Garden, not thinking she had been perceiv'd by her Lover. Thus being at liberty and alone; alas! (cry'd she) how incomparable is my Prince in means to Charm me: 'Tis in vain I fly him, since my inclination to love him surmounts all opposi­tion. Troublesome Duty, do not tell me I owe my whole Heart to a Husband; Love wrests it from me by force, and will—She was a going to say more, when the Duke o [...] Maine, who had got into the Garden, and hi [...] himself behind a Tree, made some noise, whic [...] gave her notice he was there! Ah! (cry'd she [...] is it you, Prince, that thus come to surpriz [...] my Freedom and Innocence? Alas! (adde [...] she, with an enchanting Air) if you knew how weak I am when I see you, you woul [...] [Page 37] not thus break in upon my Solitude. For to tell you all, nothing is so tormenting to me, as the Duty incumbent on my Honour, nei­ther to see nor love you. I dare not follow the tender Inclinations I have for you, for fear of splitting on a Rock, and breaking the Sacred Ties of Matrimony. All this, Ma­dam, (reply'd the Duke) is not sufficient to oblige you to fly me; for the more you know me, the less danger you will find in my Com­pany. I know too well, (answer'd she some­what uneasie) what my Heart thinks of it: I do not blush to own that I find infinite Charms in your Person, that I am pleas'd with every thing you do, and look upon the necessity of your Absence as the greatest torment imagina­ble: But then what secret Reproaches of vio­lated Duty should I be expos'd to, if I gave you an opportunity to see me in private? No, that step is too slippery for a faltering Heart: Therefore your Highness must be satisfied with these Reasons, and not endeavour to in­volve me in endless Misfortunes.

As she made an end of these Words, she ran out of the Garden with such swiftness, that the Duke of Maine had much ado to fol­low her: And having intrench'd her self in a dark Alley without the Garden, the Duke told her smiling: Madam, I think I had best send for Canon to beat you out of your Retrench­ments: What do you mean to fly me thus? If I had been more bold in discovering to you all the force of my Passion, perhaps, either [Page 38] out of Kindness or Gratitude, you would have done for me, what you will undoubted­ly do for another, who will not deserve it so well, because none can ever love you so sin­cerely as I do. This, Madam, (added he) is what drives me to Despair. The Marchio­ness having heard him out; Prince, (cry'd she) with a most passionate Voice; Alas! Your Presence does but tear open those Wounds which would heal up of themselves if you were absent. I use all that the Art of Love dictates, to avoid that fatal Rock on which I am afraid to split in the very Harbour. The Duke perceiving her dying Resolution, fell at her Feet, and stop'd her against her Will. This small, but seasonable Violence wrought so much upon the Heart of this Lovely Per­son, that she staid for a considerable while with him, and seem'd to give consent to all the moving and tender Expressions of his Passion.

Oh! sudden and unaccountable Change: But alas! What's impossible to Love, when he designs to Master a Heart? It seems as if all Nature were made for him, since nothing can resist his Power. The Fair Cliodora, ex­perienced it in that occasion, having often summon'd in vain to her assistance, both Duty, Chastity, Faith, and all the Sacred Obligati­ons of a discreet Wife to her Spouse. Now, (cry'd she) am I surpriz'd, conquer'd, and speechless at once: At this, she yielded to the fond Caresses of her Lover, who embrac'd [Page 39] her most tenderly, and look'd passionately up­on her, to find in her Eyes the Sentence either of his Life or Death. The Marchioness cast­ing a languishing Eye upon him, said, Alas! I am ruined: All my fears are come upon me, and the cruelest Death would now be a Bles­sing. Here she broke off, shedding a shower of Tears in the Duke's Arms.

The Shades of Night coming on, the Duke both out of Decency, Kindness and Love conducted her to her House, entertaining her all the way with the most endearing Ex­pressions; and having taken his leave, left her in the cruelest Agonies imaginable. This Night was to the Lovely Cliodora, a Night full of Horrour, Uneasiness, and all that can be most tormenting in this Life: And as she was of a Tender and Amorous Temper, and had never before felt so violent and engaging a Passion, she took an exact Review of all that the Duke had said to her, which had made a deep impression in her Heart. Atonia one of her intimate Acquaintance, who surpriz'd her in Bed the next Morning, found her so chan­ged, that she ask'd all in a Fright the Reason of that sad Metamorphosis. Alas! My Dear­est, (said the Marchioness, with a doleful Voice) if I should tell you the Cause of my Misfortunes, you would be so surpriz'd and astonish'd at the condition my Heart is now in, that you would certainly pity my Mise­rable Fate. Madam, (reply'd Atonia) I com­passionate your Trouble without knowing the [Page 40] particulars of it. Can you believe, (said the Marchioness, resuming her Discourse) that I Love the most perfect and accomplish'd Man alive? Fame, indeed, has not done him Ju­stice; but Heaven has bestow'd on him those Charms that are able to enslave the whole Creation. Atonia, who ought all this while that the Marchioness spoke of her Hus­band, told her, Madam, I have long since known the infinite Merit of your Illustrious Husband. Here she paus'd a while; and the Marchioness resuming the Discourse; Alas! (cry'd she) how happy should I be, were I only Charm'd by my Husband's Merit? But another possesses my Heart, and I cannot for­bear loving him in spite of Duty, Honour, Faith, and all that opposes the Torrent of my Inclinations. How! Madam, (reply'd Atonia in a Surprise) you love another besides the Marquiss your Husband? I do, (return'd Cli­odora) I do, dear Atonia, love another against my Will; and my Heart has yielded to the most perfect of all Mortals. But who is that happy Mortal, (reply'd Atonia) with a seri­ous Air, who has found the way to captivate your Heart, which seem'd to be an impreg­nable Fortress. How often has the Count of—made vain attempts upon the Citadel of that Fort, which, perhaps sur­renders now without resistance to a less for­midable Conquerour. Alas! Cruel Atonia, (answer'd the Marchioness with a dying Look) if thou knewest how my Heart, my Reason, [Page 41] and all the Powers of my Soul have strugled with this Passion, thou would'st not speak as thou do'st. I have couragiously encountred all that can Charm a Heart; and 'tis no great wonder to see Victory side with the stronger: The Duke of Maine triumphs over my Reso­lution, and 'tis that powerful, that charm­ing Conquerour that puts me to these Ago­nies.

'Tis not to be imagin'd into what astonish­ment those Words cast Atonia, who looking fixedly upon the Marchioness, told her, Ma­dam, what's now become of that great Ver­tue and Reserve, which made your Ladyship the Admiration of all the World? I cannot tell, my Dearest, cry'd Cliodora, falling into a Swoon, in which she continu'd for some time, without either Speech or Motion; but at last recovering her Spirits, Faithful Spouse, (cry'd she) I have been treacherous to thee, by breaking my Marriage-Vows: Then looking upon his Picture that hung by her Bed-side, she went on in these Words: Oh! why must I break thy Heart by this in­tolerable Grief. Fatal unlawful Love! thou art ready to undo me, and precipitate my Days into an endless Abyss of Sorrow and Misery. Guilt begins to triumph over Ver­tue, and crushes me under the abominable Weight of Vice. O Heaven! that seest the trouble of my distracted Soul, calm this dreadful Storm by some gentle Influence.

She had scarce done speaking, when the Marquiss, who for some Days had been a Hunting with his Friends, came into the Room, and sat down upon the Bed by her. He express'd his usual Kindness to her; and finding her extreamly chang'd, he ask'd her the cause of it, with a great deal of Concern. Cliodora, as you may imagine, was not such a Fool as to own her Frailty; but, on the con­trary, she conceal'd and dissembl'd it, and forc'd a seem'd Satisfaction at the dull Cares­ses of her Husband. Some time after, being left alone with her Confident, she told her, Dear Atonia, a Husband is still the same thing, and Love is pleas'd with Variety. But, Ma­dam, reply'd Atonia smiling, how can you expect always to find that pleasing Variety in a Galant? I can't tell, reply'd careless the Marchioness; however, 'tis requisite to pass from one amorous Engagement to another, were it but to keep our Hearts in ure, which otherwise would grow dull and insensible. You preach a fine Doctrine, said Atonia, smi­ling; but I am afraid your Precepts are dan­gerous, and proceed from loose, wanton Thoughts, which you ought rather to sup­press. Alas! how can I, said she, rising from her Bed? See! here comes the dear Char­mer that has raised them, whom I cannot shun. At these Words the Duke of Maine came in, and ask'd her how she had spent the Night? Very uneasily, dear Prince, reply'd she. Ato­nia, who perceiv'd that her Company might [Page 43] be troublesom, went out of the Room imme­diately, and left 'em to themselves.

The Duke thus alone with his Mistress, en­tertain'd her with his Passion, which, said he, is arrived at its highest pitch; then, I fear, it will soon decline, reply'd Cliodora, since Philosophers tell us, that things being come to their perfection, begin to decrease and re­turn to their centre. My dear Angel, an­swer'd the Duke passionately, I am above Philosophers, and I'll teach them, by the duration of my Love, that they are but a Company of Fools: 'Tis true, that by an unsearchable Decree of Heaven, all things are changeable in this Life; but for my part, I will always be the same to you. These sweet Hopes, my dear Life, said the Marchioness, clasping her Hands about his Neck, do ravish my very Soul, and shew me the utmost extent of my Felicity. Will you then ever love me without alteration? I will, answer'd the Duke, who swore upon the Faith and Honour of a passionate Lover (frail Security) that fu­ture Ages should admire the Constancy of his Love. The Marchioness took his Word for it, and was pleas'd to believe all he said.

Some time after, the Duke of Maine being at the Princess of Roche-sur-yon's House, had a sight of the young Princess Illida, and was so taken with her Conversation, that he fell passionately in love with her. 'Twill not be amiss to draw the Picture of so accomplish'd [Page 44] a Person, both to entertain the Reader, and that he may guess who she is. The Princess Illida was a tall, proper, black Woman; her Shape free and easie; she had fine, large, spark­ling, black Eyes, level with the rest of her Face; a white and lively Complexion; the prettiest little Mouth in the World; Ivory Teeth, set with regular symmetry; a char­ming Smile; a look Noble and Great, and yet sweet and engaging; with the finest Voice that ever I heard in my Life. All this were more than sufficient to raise a great Pas­sion in the Duke of Maine, who is naturally very susceptible of Love; so that finding himself at liberty, he disclos'd to her that very Day all the Sentiments of his Heart; and the Princess, who was not insensible, re­turn'd very obliging Answers to all the fine Speeches he made upon her Beauty. The Prince of Conti, who died about the time, re­tarded for a while the amorous Affairs of the Duke, because the Princess Illida was a Rela­tion of his. The Days of Ceremony being over, the Duke went to see her at the Princess Dowager of Conti's: The Princess having a great Tenderness for her, advised her to have a care how far she should embark with the Duke, who (said she) changes his Mi­stress's oftner than his Clothes. Oh, Hea­vens! what's that you say, cried the Princess Illida? Of all things in the World, I abhor Inconstancy most. Madam, reply'd the Princess of Conti, this is a very nice point; [Page 45] Fhench-men are of a fickle Temper, and gene­rally false to our Sex, tho' never so true to their own; and I heartily pity all the Wo­men that engage with them in an amorous Commerce, which of all others requires Ho­nesty and Sincerity. Well, Madam, said the Princess looking upon her, my Engage­ment is not so far gone, but that I may break it: Yet I must needs own, that if any Person besides your Higghness did tell me this, I would look upon it as a piece of malicious Jealousie to undermine the Duke of Maine in my Esteem; but because no such thing can ever enter into my Thoughts, I shall take my Measures according to your Advice. I hope you will, reply'd the Princess of Conti; and if you don't, you must expect to lose the good Opinion I have of your Discretion. This Caution, added she, is the same I gave lately to a Lady of my Acquaintance, who answer'd me briskly, Why, Madam, should we lose precious Time? 'Tis fit to Love as soon as possible; Hearts born for that Passion, are spoil'd when they are without it. The poor Fool, added the Princess, has since found by Experience, that it is much better to have no Lover at all, than to have one Inconstant: For my part, if I had a mind to have a pleasant and lasting Amour, I would pitch upon a Fo­reigner, or some Cavalier older than my self, that might take no advantage of his Youth. What would your Highness do with a Fo­reigner, said the Princess Illida? They are [Page 44] [...] [Page 45] [...] [Page 46] generally but a sort of Clownish, Ill-bred, Dull Persons, unless they travel through France, Italy, and other Countries; and when so, they commonly learn the Manners they see abroad, and are not a jot the better than the rest. No Men can be more tender, more amorous, more changeable, or more jealous than the Italians; they Love sometimes even to Madness, but their Passion is of no dura­tion. The Spaniards are much like the Ita­lians, but that they have not so much Spleen and Malice. The English have something ve­ry insipid; they are presently for killing their Rivals, or hanging themselves. As for the Dutch, their Love is so cold and so dull, that the hottest Lover of 'em all, shall not speak five Words that can please his Mistress in a whole Year. Pray of what Country would you then have your Lover, said the Princess of Conti, breaking out in Laughter? I fancy you must get one among the Turks or Moors. Fie, Madam, reply'd the Princess Illida, smi­ling: If I would have a Lover to my Fancy, I would chuse a German, or Switzer. A very fine Choice, I vow! return'd the Princess of Conti; why, the Germans and Switzers are so heavy, so dull, so clownish and unpo­lish'd—Madam, said the Princess Illida interrupting her, they are downright, con­stant, honest Men. The Duke of Maine, who surpriz'd these two Princesses, soon made them change their Conversation. Alas! said the Princess of Conti, perceiving the Duke [Page 47] made his Addresses to the Princess Illida, Prince, I think you are neither German nor Switzer. Why that to me, Madam, reply'd the Duke? Must a Man be German or Switzer to please this incomparable Beauty? Yes, he must, return'd the Princess: They are con­stant, downright, and honest—Faith, Ma­dam, reply'd the Duke, smiling, 'tis because they have not the Wit to be otherwise: But is Constancy such a mighty thing in Love? Ah! cry'd the Princess Illida, how malici­ously Cunning is the Princess of Conti, to make People confess their own Faults! No­thing in the World is so fine and charming as Constancy; and without that solid Quali­ty, all Enjoyments would be unpalatable, and breed disquieting Thoughts. The Duke of Maine perceiv'd presently what malicious Trick the Princess of Conti had put upon him, to make her Relation have an ill Opinion of him, and without making any reply, took his leave, and went away.

The Duke was no sooner come to his A­partment, but he bent all his Thoughts to re­move the ill Impressions the Princess of Conti had given the Princess Illida; which were so deeply rooted, that whatever the Duke of Maine could say to her, was not able to un­deceive her of the Prejudice she had conceiv'd against him. The Prince was so desperately mad at it, that he expostulated the matter with the Princess of Conti in very big, sharp, and contemptuous words; and ever since [Page 48] that, these two Persons have had an irrecon­cileable Hatred for each other. But to re­turn to the Duke of Maine, here is a Letter he sent to the Princess his Mistress, to endea­vour to bring her back from her Estrange­ment.

The Princess Illida received this Letter ve­ry kindly, and moreover told the Gentleman that brought it, that she long'd to see his Ma­ster. The Duke no sooner receiv'd this News, but he immediately flew to his Mistress, and casting himself at her Feet, begg'd of her to hear him but for a Moment: I will hear you as long as you please, (reply'd the Princess.) The Prince perceiving an amorous Tenderness in her Looks, told her, Madam, I am over­joy'd to see the end of your Indifference, which could have no other cause but the mali­cious Insinuations of the Princess of Conti, whose true Character I have given you alrea­dy. 'Tis true, I have had several Mistresses which I never lov'd long, because they had not the power to keep me. Their Charms were too faint to please above a Month a Man of so nice a Palate as my self; you alone, most charming Creature, are capable to fix my Love. Prince (reply'd the Princess smi­ling) a Month, nay, a Week is a long time for inconstant Lovers; they seldom like a Mistress at the second View: If all Ladies [Page 50] were like your self, incomparable Princess, (said the Duke with a passionate Air) Men would never change their Mistresses, but ra­ther impose upon themselves the agreeable necessity of loving them for ever. These are Compliments you make to all our Sex, (re­ply'd the Princess) and Men of your Temper have always a full Stock of fine Things to say to the Ladies. There's no general Rule without an Exception, (return'd the Duke;) there are, indeed, a sort of Men that cannot live without an Amour, and those we call General Lovers: Then they love out of Ha­bit and Custom, (reply'd the Princess;) and therefore their Passion is nothing but an A­musement. Habit and Custom have undoubt­edly a great share in it, (answer'd the Duke) and a great many Men don't look upon Love as a serious business. The reason they give to colour their Fickleness, is, that it is impossi­ble for a Heart to be possest by two Passions at once, and that the last impressions are ge­nerally quicker and stronger than the first. And according to this Principle they change their Mistresses as often as their Periwigs, be­ing captivated by the Fair and the Black by turns. The Princess could not forbear laugh­ing at the pleasant Way the Duke made his Court to her; and told him, it was a vain attempt to resist his Address, and the Charms of his Wit, since 'twas but losing one's Re­pose without getting the Victory, Would [Page 51] to God, Madam, (cry'd the Duke of Maine, grasping her little Lily-white Hand, which he kiss'd most amorously) I were Master of that Merit you are pleas'd to give me; but my small Skill and Genius contradict the good Opinion you have of me. Not at all, (re­ply'd the Princess;) and I am sure you de­serve the Character I give of you. Can I flatter my self that you are perswaded of what you say, (returned the Duke:) I really am, (reply'd she with a Charming Look) and for all my Disguises, my Heart tells me, that you are not indifferent to me. These plea­sing Words accompanied with the Charms of the Princess, so transported the Duke with Joy, that had he not been supported by a Ta­ble, he had fallen, like one in a Trance, at the Feet of his Dear Charmer. At last, having recover'd his Amorous Extasie; See, Madam, (cry'd he) what Raptures and Transports your Divine Perfections cause in me; every thing speaks in my favour to persuade you of the strength of my Passion; and nothing can alleviate the Torments I endure, but the hopes that you do not doubt my Sincerity. The Princess, whose chief delight was to see her Adorers languish, made as if she believ'd by halves, the Protestations of his Passion. 'Twas her Humour to keep several Lovers at a Bay, and lead them about into a Fool's Paradise, without caring ever to be at any great Ex­pence for them; while the deluded Fools [Page 52] were at a great deal of Pains for Favours in Reversion. The Duke of Maine was one of these, tho' I cannot tell whether his Address and incomparable Wit, have not raised him above the Fortune of his Competitors.

The amorous Commerce betwixt the Duke of Maine and the Princess Illida, could not be so secret, but that it came to the knowledge of the Marchioness Cliodora, who loved him desperately. Love that never sleeps, but is continually upon the Watch, discover'd it in a very pleasant manner.

One Day as these two Lovers were toge­ther in an Arbour by the Side of a House where the Marchioness happen'd to be, she heard through the Wall one that said, Madam, I shall willingly give you my Picture, since you ask it in so engaging a manner: But do not you think, most adorable Princess, that I shall envy its happiness in being near you when I shall sigh after your dear Presence. He paus'd here a while, and the Marchioness be­ing curious, as all the rest of Women are, went nearer the Wall, and knew the Duke of Maine's Voice, but could not justly tell who was the Lady he spoke to. Now am I be­tray'd, (said she loud enough to be heard) that false Man loves another; can any Misfor­tune be so great as mine is? The Princess Il­lida, who is very fearful and timerous, hear­ing a strange Voice and doleful Complaints, desired her Lover to take Coach again and re­turn [Page 53] Home. He presently obey'd, and ha­ving carried her Home, took his leave till the next Day, when they appointed to meet near the Forest of Vincennes, towards the Close of the Evening.

The Duke of Maine, who had a suspicion that the Marchioness was acquainted with his new Intrigue, was at a loss how to manage a Woman so Jealous and so Troublesome: At last, to rid himself of her in as civil a manner as possible, he counterfeited being Sick, and acquainted her by a Letter, that his Physician had order'd him to forbear conversing with Women upon pain of Death; and that to cure his Melancholy, he had prescrib'd him the Waters of Bourbon, where he would go in few Days. The cunning Marchioness smell'd out the Plot presently, and perceiving her Reign was at an end, she prevail'd so far upon her own Love and Jealousie, that she receiv'd the Duke's Letter with great Indifference, and made as if she believ'd all he said, tho' she was sure of the contrary.

Here is the Answer she sent him upon his feign'd Illness, and his going to the Waters of Bourbon.

The Duke of Maine is so penetrating a Wit, that he saw presently his Feint was dis­covered. How cunning (cry'd he) is that Woman, she seems contented to lose what she cannot have; yet I am mad she shews no more Jealousie: Alas! She lov'd me not, and I was a fond deluded Lover. But why do I repine? I ought to be glad of the Indifference, since a nobler Passion possesses my Heart.

These Thoughts kept a long while the Duke of Maine seriously employ'd: He was in suspence whether he should go to see the Marchioness, or no. And one Evening, as he was walking irresolute upon that Subject, he found himself near that Lady's House, who being then at her Window, drew in assoon as she saw him. The Duke, for all her seeming Disdain, pull'd a little Bell, which was the Signal of their Secret Loves. One of the Marchioness's Women led him into a dark Parlour, where having perceiv'd under the Table, and in a corner some Arms that us'd not to be there, and considering besides, that his Introducer had lock'd him in, he begun to suspect something, and leap'd presently out of the Window, and made his Escape through the Garden.

The Marchioness, who, as I said before, was jealous of her Love and Reputation even to Madness, had taken the Resolution to mur­der him privately, to revenge his Infidelity; & for that purpose had sent for some Men, who were coming in great haste Mask'd and Dis­guis'd. As soon as she enter'd the Room, where she expected to see her false Lover, she was so surpriz'd to miss him there, that she fell into a Swoon, and was Speechless for a while. At last having recover'd her self, she thank'd those Gentlemen who had taken this opportunity to be reveng'd of an Assront the Duke of Maine had given 'em at Play. Cliodora who seem'd [Page 56] to be all Good Nature, was indeed a Snake hid under Flowers: She was now inraged to see her self disappointed in her Revenge, and rushing with fury upon the Woman that had conducted the Duke into the Parlour: Trai­tress, (cry'd she) laying hold of her Neck, thou hast betray'd me, by causing the most perfidious of Men to escape my just Resent­ment: He will now make me infamous to the World, by publishing what wicked Design I had upon his Life; but thou shalt be the Vi­ctim I'll offer to my Revenge—As she pronounced these Words, in the greatest Passion imaginable, the Marquiss came in with Sword in his Hand, thinking that there were Thieves in his House. But how surpriz'd was he to see his Wife with dishevel'd Hair, a Dagger in her Hand, Curses in her Mouth, and wild Despair in her Looks, putting a string about her Woman's Neck, who, I am told, had formerly been her Nurse? The Marquess prevented this fatal stroke, cutting with his Sword, the String that was ready to strangle this innocent Creature, who as soon as the Tragi-comedy was over, both out of Gratitude and Revenge, put into his Hands all his Wife's Letters, which were the proofs of her Infidelity. He being a Man of much Honour, and very touchy where his Reputa­tion was concern'd, enquir'd so nicely into all his Wife's Intrigues, that being fully convin­ced of her Treachery, he caused her to be [Page 57] put into so severe a Nunnery, that she had the very Hair of her Eye-brows shav'd off.

The Duke of Maine, who had underhand much contributed to the Marchioness's Con­finement during Life, was abundantly reven­ged without noise: The Archbishop of Paris who was his Friend, as well as of the Abbess of that Convent, being acquainted with all the Story, gave Orders to have the Marchio­ness now and then severely Disciplin'd as well for her other Sins, as for this last Offence a­gainst the Duke, which would have cost her her Life, had he deliver'd her up into the Hands of Justice. What is it that a Jealous Woman is not capable to do? (said the Duke one Day to his Friends, without telling them the cause of this Complaint) The Devil himself is nothing to her; she is all Dissimulation, and stops at nothing that is wicked to be reveng'd. The Princess Illida, who had these Words re­ported to her, believed they were spoken up­on her Account, because some Days before she had shewn a little Discontent at a Present which the Duke of Maine made before her to Madamoiselle de Bourbon, whom he always look'd upon as his future Spouse.

All these little Quarrels being over, the Duke resolv'd to give a Diversion to a thou­sand Troubles he felt in his Mind, and refresh his Heart, which was tired with so many dif­ferent Passions: In order to that he made a [Page 58] Campaign, in which he bent all his Thoughts upon Honour and Glory, seldom or never remembring his Mistresses. Being return'd home, he paid his ordinary Visits to the Prin­cess Illida, who receiv'd him with Coldness and Indifference. This was enough to disin­gage the Duke of Maine, who cannot endure to be slighted; and from that very moment he resolv'd to make another Conquest. The Person he had a design upon, was Madam O­lida, Wife to a Baron of great Reputation, and intimate Friend to the Demoiselles de Tours, & de Nantes, Sisters to the Duke. As soon as he had made an Acquaintance with her, the King Married the Duke of Anguien, other­wise the Duke of Bourbon to Madamoiselle de Tours, and 'twas during those Rejoycings, that he declar'd his Passion to the Baroness, unknown to every Body but the Duke of Bour­bon, who told his Wife, Madam, I verily believe the Duke of Maine is in Love with our Baroness: That may be (reply'd the Dutchess) for he is so inconstant and changea­ble in Love, that I believe in a little time no Woman will give him the Hearing. Oh! How I hate Inconstancy! There's no Treache­ry like that of being Persidious in Love. Ma­dam, (return'd the Duke smiling, that's the Fashion now a-days; and therefore you ought to have better Thoughts of the Duke your Brother; but however, I would advise him not to Marry till he has sown his Wild Oats. [Page 59] Sir, (reply'd the Dutchess) he will always be the same: All your Cripples are exceed­ingly Amorous, because of the Choler which is predominant in their Nature, and excites them to love. Pray, Madam, where did you learn this Philosophy? (said the Duke.) Sir, (reply'd the Dutchess) I have it out of Plato's and Socrates's Works, which treat of Philoso­phical Physiognomy, and of all the Signs whereby we come to the knowledge of the Natural Inclinations of Men.

As soon as Dinner was over, the Duke of Bourbon, who is very curious, sent for the Works of Socrates and Plato, and the Com­pany being met in a fine Parlour, every one look'd for his own Temper and Inclinations in those Philosophers. The Duke of Maine, whose Wit is full of Life and Sprightliness, begun the Conversation and said, that it is the Remark of Galen and Aristotle in several Pla­ces, That a Man's Genius and Manners are often shewn by the Stature and Habit of his Body; and that your little or middle-siz'd Men are generally ingenious. Hippocrates, (said the Prince of Conti, interrupting him) was of Opinion that all those who profess Physick, ought to be skill'd in Physiognomy, otherwise they are apt to commit gross Er­rors; and I do not wonder to see my Physi­cian often at a loss to know my Distemper, be­cause he is no good Physiognomist. Monsieur Pinac Archbishop of Lyons, was so well ac­quainted [Page 60] with Physiognomy and Metoposco­py, that having one Day look'd fixedly upon the Duke of Biron, he foretold him his satal End to a Hair. Passions (said the Dutchess of Bourbon) are infallible Indications of ones Temper; as for Example, Sadness proceeds from Choler, and a brisk airy Humour from abundance of Blood. 'Tis no wonder then, (reply'd the Prince of Conti, you are general­ly so Jovial and Gay: As for Madamoiselle de Nantes, (said he looking upon her) she has a moderate Melancholy which is a sign of good Sense. Right, (answer'd she smiling, for Ari­stotle tells us, that the Virtuoso's of his Time, were for the most part of a Melancholy Hu­mour. True, Sister, (reply'd the Duke of Maine) but here is a place where Galen, with the same Philosopher speaks of two sorts of Melancholy, the one is tempered by the Blood and Choler, and the other by Phlegm; the first produces Wit and good Sense, and the other Inconstancy, Fickleness, Deceit and Ill-nature: if one durst accuse you of Incon­stancy, Brother, (said the Dutchess of Bour­bon with a malicious Coldness) I fancy he would not wrong you much, tho' you be so full of Mirth and Gaye [...]y. Is it possible (said the Baroness Olida) for the Duke of Maine to be Inconstant? That's a Frailty too much below the greatness of Mind of a Prince like him—I, Madam, Inconstant! (reply'd the Duke) Alas! when I Love, my love is [Page 61] solid, constant, and without bounds. That's true, (return'd maliciously the Dutchess of Bourbon) because 'tis a General Love: Besides, you love like a Master that must and will be obey'd. I confess, Madam, (reply'd the Duke smiling) my Passion is Masculine and greedy, and wants something to feed upon: A kind Look, or a gentle Smile may inspire me with Love, but that's too thin a Diet to satisfie me. To what excessive height, dear Brother, you let your Passions go? (answer'd the Dutchess:) Your Love is Rash, Wanton and Undiscreet. Princess, (cry'd the Duke of Maine) you must pardon those Excesses which slow from my very Nature. I cannot look upon a Handsom, Well-shap'd Woman with a Complexion of Lilies and Roses, Cherry Lips and Sparkling Eyes, without burning with a raging flame. But, (said the Duke of Bourbon, taking him by the Hand) when you are in those amorous Raptures with your Mi­stress, do you ever find the Happy Minute. Faith, you are very curious (reply'd the Duke of Maine smiling) I never met with any but Unkind, Ill-natur'd Mistresses, that have made me pine and languish. Do not dissemble, (return'd the Prince) I know a certain Lady that has a Passion for you, which is not much for her Reputation. Pshaw, (said the Duke of Maine Laughing) a Woman may have one or two Amours in her Life, without wronging her Reputation, provided she have [Page 62] the Address to conceal them; the Sun is sometimes lost in an Eclipse, but shines after­wards as glorious as ever. Indeed (said the Baroness Olida, affecting a great Modesty) these are new Morals to me; I cannot ima­gine how a Woman can be accounted Virtu­ous and Innocent, when she parts with her most valuable Treasure to a Man.

The Duke of Maine interrupted this Con­versation, rising from his Seat and singing these Words.

A very moving Stile, I protest; (said the Dutchess of Bourbon smiling) a Body must be no less Amorous than the Duke of Maine to be inspired with those fine Expressions. I fancy, he loves like the ancient Gods, especially like Vulcan, the dear fond Husband of Venus. Faith, Madam, (reply'd the Duke) I should be made to be one in the List of Vulean, who marches at the Head of Cuckolds. Pshaw, (said the Dutchess smiling) you would bear it patiently, since there are thousands to keep you in Countenance.

The Duke of Maine fetch'd a Sigh, and look'd sad at these Prophetical Words, and to divert his Melancholy Thoughts, he went to walk alone in a solitary Grove that was in the Garden. some few Moments after he return'd [Page 63] to the Company. The Ladies who saw him coming, went a little way to meet him, and taking him by the Arm, every one ask'd him with a sort of impatient Eagerness, Where have you been, Prince? Where have you been? The Duke made as if he did not hear what they said, and having consider'd a while what he should answer, he told them boldly, Ladies, we have, thank God, no Inquisition in France; and I'll say no more—This sharp Answer put the Ladies to the Blush, and netled them so, that they went away mad and enraged.

Every one spent that Night pretty quietly except the Baroness Olida, who being offend­ed by a Prince that she could not hate; Alas! (said she) what Contempt has been the Reward of my impertinent Curiosity? But, Oh! what a Passion do I feel for him? Sure­ly, he has Enchanted me, and his whole Per­son has a powerful Ascendant over my Heart! This last Thought, as well as the Adventure of the Day before, kept her awake all Night: Her Women who heard her speak, brought her a Light, by which she wrote what fol­lows:

It was now pretty late, when one of the Baroness's Women came in to tell her, that Madam Maintenon ask'd for her. Lord! (said the Baroness rising in haste,) what Business can that old Bigot have here? Her Conversation sure will run upon nothing else but Mortifica­tion and Meritorious Works. Ah, Madam! (cry'd Madam Maintenon,) you are very sleepy; I must give you some Tea or Coffee to awaken your Spirits, which is much better than the Poppies and Opium your Physician prescribes you. Madam, (reply'd the Baroness,) there's no occasion for it; I only slept to day later than ordinary. You look very pensive, (re­turn'd Madam Maintenon) no doubt but some­body has entrusted you with a Business of Consequence, that keeps your Thoughts thus employ'd. Not at all, Madam, (answer'd the Baroness with a melancholy Air) when a bo­dy is in your Company, one may very well be excus'd from troubling one's head with the State. These Fatigues, Madam, (reply'd la Maintenon) ought to take up but little of our time, whilst the Affairs of one's Heart are much more considerable. Yo [...]r Lady ship i [...] very pressing (reply'd the Baroness, smi­ling) to require a sincere Account of my most hidden Intentions. I own i [...], Madam (an­swer'd la Maintenon) but withal I know my self discreet, and believe I am capable of keep­ing a Secret. Then, Madam, continu'd the Ba­roness) I have no Secret to disclose, and con­sequently can have no occasion for a Confident▪ Therefore, pray Madam, (continu'd she) let [Page 66] us discourse a little of your Affairs, and en­quire how you do to preserve your fair Ca­milla, whom I hear every body is catching at: Certainly that wonderful Beauty must have more than one Admirer at Court. Most cer­tainly (reply'd la Maintenon, maliciously) that young Girl is every where but too much belov'd: Nay, 'tis said moreover, his High­ness the Duke of Maine is desperately smitten with her. At this the Baroness began to blush, and spoke not a word after: Where­upon Madam Maintenon being curious, would needs know the cause of her silence. To which the Baroness reply'd in a negligent man­ner, That the matter was very indifferent to her; and therefore she should not give her self the trouble to discourse farther about it. Madam Maintenon well knowing the utmost secrets of her Heart, could not forbear smiling and teazing her farther with her ill Nature, thus: Truly, Madam, our famous Camilla makes a wonderous noise at Court. Cannot Made­moiselle de Nantes (cry'd the Baroness inter­rupting her, being almost ready to burst with Jealousie) oppose this aspiring Beauty? I know not that (reply'd Madam Maintenon,) but I believe she has already got the Advan­tage to be pretty well assur'd of her Love [...] before-hand. For my part (quoth the Baro­ [...]ess in a scornful Tone) I should take but little pains to secure to my self such a ram­ [...]ling Spark as the Duke; he has Mistresses i [...] every corner: The Brown, Black, Fair, Bur­ [...], whatever they be, all have Charms enough [Page 67] to engage him for a day or two; and longer you know he never cares for loving any bo­dy. And what would you require more (re­ply'd la Maintenon) from a Prince whose on­ly Business is his Diversion? I wou'd have him (answer'd the Baroness) either resolve to be constant, or not pretend to love at all. Where can you expect to find such Lovers now-a-days? (answer'd la Maintenon.) The Age we live in, Madam, is sickle throughout, and would you have its Particulars more con­stant. If matters be as you say, Madam, (re­ply'd the Baroness) for my part I shall wish to die a Maid: I am confident that's the su­rest way to be easie. Very well, Madam, (continu'd la Maintenon) but pray of what use is Reason, when one's Heart is once woun­ded? We grieve and groan, but are never the better; for it often happens, that whatever is made use of to oppose this Passion, does but augment, instead of diminishing our Torture. Madam (reply'd the Baroness rea­dy to laugh) when I was a Girl, I had an ex­travagant Passion for a young Cousin of mine, who was too near of kin to marry me: My Mother, observing our Familia [...]ity, forbid me to come near him; but which had no better effect than to encrease my Inclination to see or write to him; insomuch that the poor Youth would often wish me a sharp Lecture, that he forsooth might reap the Benefit of my Dis­obedience. It is a defect of human Nature, Madam, (reply'd la Maintenon) to desire that most which we are strictest kept from, as likewise to reject and slight what we enjoy [Page 68] and have in our power. Whilst the Ladies were thus Moralizing each other, one of Ma­dam Maintenon's Pages came to acquaint her his Majesty requir'd her Company immediate­ly, which occasion'd her forthwith to with­draw.

The Baroness thus finding her self alone, reflected seriously upon all had been said to her; and after having strictly examin'd into the Duke of Maine's Conduct, she immediate­ly broke out into immoderate Laughter, to­gether with these words: Such a Lover as this shall never put me to the expence of a Sigh; where a Man can have a Passion in five or six places at once, we may well suspect him of a Trick, and in whom for the most part a rambling Humour takes place of com­mon Constancy. Nevertheless, this faithless and unsetled Prince has a thousand times sworn to me, that he was born to Love; and that where-ever he once six'd his Affection, he was but too strictly engag'd ever to enjoy any future Quiet. But (continu'd she) is there any likelyhood of truth in his Words, when we may observe him oftner change his Mistresses than his Cloaths! Nevertheless, if but a little Jealousie could any ways have an Influence over his wandring Temper, or a­wake in him but the least remembrance of my Charms which he formerly profess'd an E­steem for, I would then make use of such oc­casion to obtain what I have always most ar­dently desir'd.

These amorous Thoughts employ'd the Ba­roness till Night, when knowing that the [Page 69] Dauphin had prepar'd a magnificent Ball at Court, she hasted thither with all imaginable Splendour, accompany'd only with an old Aunt, who tho' she was above sixty years of Age, yet nevertheless appear'd that Night trick'd up like a young Girl. This Marchio­ness de Berge (for so was her Name) was one of those Women that stretch out their Youth to the greatest extent: She was habited on this occasion in Crimson Velvet, with an ex­travagant company of yellow Top-knots flaunting upon her Head: Her Nose was ex­ceeding large, Eyes little, and Mouth wide even to her Ears; her Complexion generally sallow, tho'in many places blear'd over with a better Colour. This surprizing old Coquette, who retains still some taste of Gaiety, loves to be told that such an accomplish'd Gallant languishes for her Deformity. But let us re­turn to the Baroness Olida her Companion, who fat next to her, to whom the Count de Tolouse made such hot Love, that the Duke of Chartres thought himself immediately ob­lig'd to acquaint the Duke of Maine there­with, telling him, his Fortress was assaulted; whereupon the Duke observing with what inclination she endeavoured to raise his Jea­lousie, Reply'd, I'll leave 'em together, let my Brother make his advantage. When turn­ing hastily about; he instantly went and cast himself at the Feet of Mademoiselle de Bou [...] ­bon, who that day glitter'd more like an An­gel than Flesh and Blood, and who by her be­coming Negligence, [...]clips'd all the laborious Endeavours of the most exercis'd Ladies.

What a Torture must it needs be to the Baroness to see her self thus slighted! Never­theless all she cou'd do at present was to go away, feigning her self indispos'd: But having once reach'd her Apartment, she fell into so profound an Agony, that it was impossible for her speedily to determine what she intended to do. Shall I go to bed (says she) when my Soul is so fir'd with an Affront from a Prince I have always lov'd so dearly?—But what do I mean to confide in one whose Passion varies with the first Approaches of another of my Sex, and whose Affection is as inconstant as his Indifference is cruel? No; could never believe a Prince could be guilty o [...] such vulgar Volu­bility. With these sad Reflections the Baro­ness thought to repose; but we may rather imagine she had the most cruel and persecuting Night that ever was undergone either by De­spair or Revenge. The next Morning she took a firm Resolution never to love for the future but with Indifference. Ha! (cry'd she, raving both in Verse and Prose,) be still my Sighs you have caus'd me but too much Grief alrea­dy, and my Heart is but too sensible of the Scorn and Contempt of its Conqueror.

I believe, Madam, (observ'd one of her Cou­sins) you frequently exercise your self with the Muses, and by the sprightlyness of your Genius, often augment the Beauties of Parnas­sus. [Page 71] Apollo, that God of Light and Heat, must needs now and then have presented you with a draught of his Helicon, or you could never have been so harmoniously inspir'd. Alas! I know not what I do (Dear Cousin, re­ply'd the afflicted Baroness) Happy must they needs be, that are out of this wicked World, or who can avoid the Temptations of it. Why so (cry'd the Young Lady) is there any thing more engaging than Human Society? You know not what you say, Dearest, (re­ply'd the Baroness) but go fetch me my Head­dress. How Charming you are to day Ma­dam (added the Young Lady, whilst she was dressing her) you must needs make innumera­ble Conquests with such various Artillery. Alas (cry'd the Baroness) thou art deceiv'd; my Shafts have no force: My Heart is heavy, and Mind afflicted, and therefore neither like to be Charms in my Eyes, nor Darts in my Tongue. What pity 'tis (reply'd the Young Creature, sighing) that so fair a Mouth shou'd be without Action, and so bright Eyes with­out Fire. Mariana (cry'd the Baroness) I think you will always continue a Buffoon. How can I help it, Madam, (reply'd the other) when it is wholly the effect of my Nature? I observe it, Dearest, (quoth the Baroness, having a mind to divert her self) But prithee enter­tain me a little with a description of Love, tho' I am no extraordinary Votary to his Divinity. Madam (reply'd Mariana, smiling) I believe you are more than you'll care to confess. However, my account is this: Since Love was first created, he has all along made it his chief [Page 72] Business to scatter his Shafts throughout the whole Universe; Scepters and Crowns have not been free from his Power, nor are there any vital Creatures but what have felt his Force. Nay, more, his Darts are chiefly le­vell'd at the Innocent. Gods were never insen­sible of his Fury, nor Angels of his Force. This is the most Noble of all Passions. The Pain­ters not being capable to express his Eyes lively enough by Colours, have always been accustom'd to paint him blind. But how then cou'd he perform such wonderful Conquests without Sight? Why that's easily answer'd: For when Love has once a mind to seize up­on any Heart, he always makes use of some Fair Lady's Eyes to wound it; being (I sup­pose) perswaded, that of all the Senses Seeing is the most charming. But to carry our Rea­soning farther, let us affirm that Blindness can never arrive at any great Knowledge, the Eyes being but as Windows that let in the Light of Wisdom and Understanding from thence. Moreover, 'tis commonly said, that Love is a Boy; yet all nevertheless must al­low him the greatest Conqueror and most Learned Philosopher, since he not only tri­umphs over every Man, but also con [...]ounds the most solid Reasoning and sublime Discourses. Besides all this, is there any thing more char­ming and so conformable to Reason, as an in­nocent Passion? And what Happiness could ever any Mortal enjoy, if Love were once banish'd from our Globe? All other Pleasures are but his Attendants, and Life without him would be no better than the extreamest Tor­ment.

How wonderful are thy Notions Mariana? (cry'd the Baroness,) Thou revivest Flames in my Heart, that I once Thought extin­guish'd. You abuse your self Madam, (re­ply'd the Young Lady:) Love whilst you are Young; your Charms will never last always. Thou say'st right Dearest, (an­swered the Baroness,) but I would never­theless Love like a Philosopher, that is, on­ly what is present, and that too but with In­difference. Ay, your Ladyship is a Wag, (reply'd Mariana;) I thought before that your Tongue still dissembled the Sentiments of your Heart. Away Fool, (cry'd the Baroness.) Adieu—I must leave you. But why in such haste Madam; (quoth the young Lady, stopping her,) whether are you going? What makes you Sigh when you are so lovely? sure such an Accom­plished Beauty ought never to Languish. Yes Dearest, (reply'd the Baroness, looking back upon her,) Love makes no distinctions 'twixt Fair and Ugly: A King may as well Languish on his Throne, as a Shepherd in his Sheep-Cot, For—.

Whilst the Baroness was thus going on, the Abbot of Joli coeur entered and inter­upted her; to whom, turning about, she thus Accosted her self. You come my Lord Abbot (cry'd she,) in good time, Mariana was just entertaining me with Tri­fles, that she says a Woman can never en­gage in without concern. How, (reply'd [Page 74] the Abbot,) what says this lovely Charmer? Sure then she was entertaining your Lady­ship with Love. Yes the same, (quoth the Baroness) her Tongue is Eternally running upon that Subject. She has Reason, (re­ply'd the Abbot,) For it is the greatest com­fort of our Lives. Hereupon the Baroness▪ being sensibly affected with the Abbots Ad­dress, retired immediately into her Closet, and threw her self upon an Angel▪Bed▪ where the Abbot Sighing followed her, and Approaching Trembling told her, with a Mournful Air, That he was but too unhappy in being so Subject to a Woman's Eyes adding withal, that his Misery was the greater, in that his Function permitted him to go no farther than his Breviary. How (reply'd the Baroness smiling,) Your Bre­viary sure is no Woman? That's certain Madam, (answered the Abbot,) yet never theless, therein Lent is strictly Command­ed. But prethee my Lord, (cry'd the Lad [...] interupting and taking him by the Hand, Tell me if your Misfortune should procee [...] so far as to occasion a Woman of some Qua­lity to Confess she Lov'd you; What would you do I pray? Would you immediately hang your self in her Garters? Is it possibl [...] Madam, (reply'd Joli-coeur,) that your Ladyship should be so unacquainted with m [...] sincerity? It is most certain I should Lo [...] her a Thousand times beyond my fell [Page 75] Enough, (quoth the Baroness,) you shall be farther considered hereafter.

Joli coeur by this time being desperately smitten, instantly throws himself at the Ba­ronesses Feet, and after boldly Advanc'd to her Embraces, where what they did I am not able to give any farther Account of. Let us now return to the Duke of Maine, who troubled his Head but little with any Mistresses except the Fair Camilla then under Tutelage of Madam Maintenon. This Prince saw his amiable Object but seldom, which was the extreamest occasion of his Grief, nevertheless a Marriage being proposed for him with Mademoiselle de Bourbon, Daughter to the Prince of Conde, the greater part of his amorous Ideas were soon effac'd. This Marriage being at length Consummated, his Highness for some time was conformable to the Restrictions of Hy­men. After which, the King perceiving that one of his natural Daughters was still unmarryd, resolved to bestow her on the Duke of Chartres his Nephew, and this by reason of a report made him by a certain Lord, that the Duke was desperately in Love with Mademoiselle de Nantes Sister to the Duke of Maine. Enough (quoth the King) I'll soon turn the Scales: whereup­on, one Day meeting this Prince with his Father the Duke of Orleans in his Closet, he talk't to him Roundly about the matter when his Father the Duke briskly opposed [Page 76] his Complying, Persisting that for his part he would never consent that his only Son should marry a Bastard. To whom then would you marry him (replyed the King) to some German Princess? I care not (quoth the Duke) providing she be but Legitimate. Oh, you must pass by these trifling Obstacles (quoth the King) and remember that she is the most Amiable as well as Beautifull Princess in Europe. I do not pretend Sir (reply'd the Duke) to dispute her Beauty with your Majesty, but her Birth only: Monsieur (continu'd the King with some heat) oblige me to—and let it Suffice, that He has no ordinary kindness for my Daughter.

The Duke of Orleans, being one of the best Natur'd, and none of the Wisest Prin­ces in Europe, soon suffered himself to be ouer-perswaded by the King, insomuch that that very Night the Contract was sign'd be­tween 'em with out the Dutchesse's Privity, who afterwards coming to know it raved most Immoderately, and express'd her Indig­nation in these Words. What (says she) have I prevented my Daughter's Marrying the Duke of Maine, and must his Sister come in her place? These are some of the Kings laudable Actions, who never yet had any other consideration then his VVill. Whilst the Dutchess was thus To [...]menting her self, the Marriage of her Son went on apace, and being atlength Fi­nish▪d, the Dutchess of Chartres would [Page 77] needs pay her Duty to her Mother-in-law the Dutchess of Orleans, Who receiv'd her but coldly, and told her moreover, with a great deal of Contempt, that she could ea­sily have dispenc with such a Visit; and that so mean a Person as she must never think hereafter to nitrench upon her Retirement. Very well might the Dutchess be con­cern'd at such a Compliment, nevertheless, some Days after telling it to her Husband, he comforted her extreamly there upon and likewise endeavou'd to extenuate his Mothers Conduct. But the Duke of Maine for his part, was to grievously affronted at the Duchesse 's Haughty Carriage, as well in regard to himself as his Sister, that it was a great while after, before he would be wrought upon to go to Court.

Altho' his Highness the Duke of Maine was now Marry'd, he could yet never get the Incomparable Camilla out of his Head. It was easy for him to have frequent access to her, Madam Maintenon her Governess being the principal Confident of his A­mours. Moreover before, the King pich't upon her for his Mistress, this Lady was likewise Governess to Mademoiselle de Tours and de Nantes, his Highness's Sisters, as also to the Count of Tolouse his Brother; all which reasons were more then sufficient to engage the Superiour of St. Cir to his side, who entertains in her Breast, even to this D [...]y, both his Pleasures and Disgusts. It [Page 78] was necessary for a Prince, so Gallant and Mi­sterious as his most Serene Highness, to have a Consident, Discreet and Intriguing as the Sage Maintenon. This Lady therefore per­ceiving how tenderly he Lov'd the Young Camilla, and that it was impossible for her to disengage him, after having endeavo­ur'd by a great many Arguments to con­vince him of his Conjugal Tie, at length re­solv'd to afford him secretly the sight of this charming Creature. Hereupon St. Cir was destin'd for the Rendevous where he after­wards often Surfeited upon inconceivable De­lights. One Day, as he was at Dinner with his Dutchess, the Freak took him all of a sud­den to go to St. Cir; whereupon this Prin­cess ask'd him seriously what Pleasure he could find in that place? Ah! Madam (reply'd the Prince) the charms I there meet with are a ravishing Innocence and a most intrancing Tranquility, insomuch that I cannot forbear approving the Scitu­ation of that House, which is much more fine and Singular then those either of the Jnvalides, or Academies of Gentlemen; o­ver and above which, we may there like wise see a great number of fine young La­dies, whom the King has plac'd under the conduct of a Person of eminent Virtue; so that this noble Retreat may very well be term'd an agreeable Amusement. But (re­ply'd the Dutchess having some reason to distrust from his Earnestness) Prince will [Page 79] you Swear—for I cannot but be a little Jealous to see you go so often to a place where I know you have no business. Mad­am (answer'd the Duke) can you suspect me of so base an Action? Loving you so tenderly as I do, (reply'd the Dutchess) I do not suspect, However cannot but—Ah! Madam (cry'd out the Duke Em­bracing her) can you then believe me capable of salsifying my Faith to you? Not altogether, (reply'd the Dutchess) but in part I must distrust you: and if you should injure me, sure you would but imitate your Father Lewis the Great and Illustrious, who never yet made any great Scruple of break­ing his Marraige Vows. I am not like my Father in that Madam, (answer'd the Prince coldly.) No matter (cry'd the Dutchess, leaving him) I must go and entertain a Lady just come to Visit me: Prince you are at Liberty, you may act your Plea­sure.

The Duke thus seeing his Dutchess gone, made use of this Opportunity, and imme­diately Posted away to St. Cir, where be­ing arriv'd, he presently enquired for the Lady Governess, and was soon convey'd to her Apartment, and from thence by Madam Maintenon as speedily to Camilla's Chamber, who was then busy Embroider­ing in Gold and Silver. He first Addressed himself to Madam Maintenon, Observing her Conduct in Domestick Affairs, and [Page 80] telling her that if she had lived in the time of the ancient Romans, she would cer­tainly have had the Education of all their Senators Daughters, and consequently re­ceived great Honours and Advantages from that wise Common-Wealth. Your High­ness (reply'd the Governess, with a Mo­dest and Pious Air,) is always pleased to regale me with an account of my Defects. Say rather your Virtues Madam, (answer'd the Duke levelling at the same time a Passi­onate Ogle at his Mistress, who kept on Working, without so much as once looking up,) My noble Prince, (reply'd the sage Maintenon) to prevent ill is as great a Virtue as to Redress it, and in that I shall endeavour to exercise my self, where I am not capable of greater Archeivments; But I must beg you Highnesses Pardon for a Moment, the necessary Affairs of the Family requiring my so doing.

The Duke of Maine finding himself thus alone with hi [...] Lov'd Camilla, acosted her af­ter this manner. How happy, Dearest Crea­ture, am I to meet so charming a Person, in a place no less a Favourite of Nature. After­wards observing this fair Ladies Cypher on the top of her Cabinet, (he cry'd out sigh­ing) God! Is there any thing more Engaging good and better Fancy'd? But (continued he) would it not be much more agreeable if my Name were added to it. Sir, (re­ply'd Camilla smiling) if your Highness's [Page 81] pleasure had been known before, we would have seen what might have been done. Oh! Divinest Creature, (cry'd the Duke throw­ing himself at her Feet,) you are but too good. Is it possible your Heart should ever correspond with your Words? Upon this the fai [...] Nymph blushed, and Answered on­ly with a Sigh. To what must I attribute this silence Madam, (continued the Duke) Must I explain it in my Favour, or receive it for my Doom? Do as you please Sir, (answer'd the bright Creature a little fear­fully.) How (reply'd the Duke all on Fire,) am I then so happy? Give me but thy dear Hand, and I will confirm my Sincerity with my Lips. Then snatching it close to his Mouth for about a quarter of an Hour; he afterwards released it with this Assevera­tion. When I neglect any thing to convince thee of my esteem, may I never more de serve thy Encouragment, and therefore Dearest permit me but to make use of this happy Opportunity, to inform thee of the Conquest thou hast gain'd over my Heart, and I shall then reach the very utmost heights of all Happiness. Camilla being no great Talker, was easily silenc'd at this Narration, and the Prince at the same time flattered himself with not being altogether Repulsed. Do not wonder, Dearest of Cha [...]mers, (continu'd he striving to Kiss her) if I ravish a blessing from those lovely Lips, for I am all on Fire when I but see [Page 82] thee, and when I do not, the bare Memo­ry of thee furnishes me with but too severe Proofs of thy Absence. My Prince (reply'd the Nymph) All Men in general have ever made it their business to deceive us poor Wo­men; they lead us into Snares and never care for coming near 'em themselves. Alas Madam (reply'd the Duke sighing) In a­doring so bright a Creature, I would will­ingly run all hazards; 'tis what I have al­ready begun, and which I will endeavour to finish at the Expence of my Life. But Sir, (insinuated the Bright Camilla) all this while your Highness forgets your Marriage Vow; I would fain know what Advan­tage can any Woman expect from Doting on one who must reasonably be supposed to be an others. Ah good God! (reply'd the Prince,) If I had had so much Power over my destiny as to be altogether yours, I should have been truly happy. But—. Quarrel not with your Lot Prince, (reply'd Camalla briskly,) You might not have been so happy as you imagine. Why so lovely Charmer, (cry'd the Duke with a Melancholy Air,) for pity's sake give me your Reason. My Lord, (reply'd Camilla,) I am by no means endued with any of those Qualities you expect; for I am Indifferent, Jealous, and often times in a very ill humour. No matter Bright Angel, (answer'd the Duke) it may be some kind Planet may move in my Favour, and one time or other make [Page 83] you more Reasonable. Your Highness is a little too Vain in my Opinion, (cry'd the fair Camilla smiling) But which does not altogether unbecome a Person of your Qua­lity. Nevertheless, when you shall be no longer lock'd up in Hymen's Fetters, (conti­nu'd she pleasantly,) it may be I may be better advis'd from my Heart. How en­dearing are these Expressions Madam, (re­ply'd the Duke,) I can never be enough thankful for 'em. But Alas! (added he with an Amorous Air,) these Blessings are but imaginary and I would have 'em real. Camilla who read the Duke's Passion in his Eyes forbore speaking for some time; at last said, my Prince, I must not wholly a­bandon you to your tender Reflections; I observe you Uneasie, Melancholy, and as it were buried in excess of Thought. What would you have me to say charming Crea­ture (reply'd the Duke, waking as it were out of a Trance,) you will not own you Love. Who told you so, (reply'd Camilla ready to Laugh. Your self Fair Inhumane, (answered the Duke looking languishing upon her) you take Pleasure in Murdering all that look upon you, by which means you will short­ly dispeople France, and expose us to the in­sults of our Neighbours. This is to carry the Hyperbole too far my Lord, (cry'd Ca­milla,) Are Men ever kill'd without Arms or Blows? Sure then they must be like [...]ies that are caught Flying and Stifled with a [Page 84] squeeze. No lovely Fair one, (reply'd the Duke,) the Wounds that Murder us proceed from your Eyes, and it is impossible but that every Man that sees you should dye at your Feet. I never knew a Gentleman yet die with Love, (answer'd Camilla pleasantly,) unless it were in Paper where the Passions had been warmly represented by some Agony: but for my part I am resolved never to fa­vour any Languishing Flame; a little Fire to rellish Pleasure would be much more to my liking. That might well be Madam, (reply'd the Duke,) if a Man were but Ma­ster of himself, when a true Lover has no Spirit, Resolution, nor Gaiety, but is al­ways Heavy, Timorous and Drowzy, like an Owl at Noon day: moreover he is both a trouble to himself and Friends, and a Plague to every body else; minding nothing but Woods and Willows, to tell the Story of his Grief to. Then I find (cry'd Ca­milla a little coldly,) Love-Martyrdom, now a days is more tolerable than here­tofore, when Pyramus and Thisbe wil­lingly let out their Souls to enjoy each o­ther in the Shades. Thanks be to Heaven the World is mightily come off from those Frensies, and we may now despair without danger either of a Dagger or a Halter. Times are extremely mended indeed Mad­am, (answer'd the Duke,) the methods of Loving in our Times (it must be Confess'd) are much more agreeable; for now, if we can­not [Page 85] soften an Heart by Sighs we endeavour only to do it by Tears and not by violent Remedies. Camilla finding her self mov'd by the Dukes Conversation, which has fre­quently approv'd it self dangerous to those he really Lov'd, could not refuse him some little Liberties, which yet did not arrive at any great Scandal. But alas! it was now time for Madam Maintenon to return; where­upon the young Lady, being just ready to Shipwrack her Reputation, hearing her Go­vernesses Voice, hastily caught up her Fan to refresh her Countenance, which you may imagine, had been sufficiently heatedin refu­sing what she most desired. Madam Mainte­non always being inclin'd to favour the Prin­ces Amours, said not one Word to her, nor seem'd in the least to take notice of what had passed, but as a kind Indulgent she-Friend, presently turn'd the Discourse ano­ther way. A little while after she conduct­ed his Highness to a Pleasant Grotto at the foot of a small Hill, covered all over with Green Moss, and Planted with an infinite number of sine Orange Trees; here she en­tertain'd him with the sight of a great many pleasant Statutes, such as Jupiter and Venus, the Muses, Apollo, Diana in her hunting Ha­bit, and Love levelling a Dart at her: a lit­tle farther she shew'd him several Heroes, a­mongst which was the Grand Louis, with Mars supporting his Arm, and Victory presenting her Lawrels. Here is the Representation of [Page 86] a Man, (observ'd the Duke,) whose Me­mory will be as lasting as his Actions are daring. 'Tis certain (reply'd the Gover­ness) that his Noble and Heroick Atchieve­ments shall out live Time, and future Ages will be sufficiently employ'd, but to do Justice to his Merit: His Majesty has so refin'd all the Pleasures of his Court by the Inno­cency of his own, and made himself a most absolute Master of his Passions, even at a time when Vice is so very difficult to Con­quer. What Prince, what Hero (continu'd she) can be equal'd to our mighty Monarch! If he makes Laws he Obeys 'em, and Re­forms Libertines barely by his unblemish'd Piety: His Predecessors have busied them­selves only in building stately Structures, and raising vast Pyramids to Vanity, when his chiefest Aim is to Model the World after his sublime example. Cirus, Alexander, Caesar, and Augustus, have no body (I dare promise) here on Earth will dispute the Succession to their Virtues, with Lewis the Great. All the Kings Atchivement, Madam, (reply'd the Duke) are equally Illustrious and Admi­rable, and which (I do not question) will fare better than those of Antiquity, which are to be found only in History, when times to come shall not only write but talk incessant­ly of his Glories.

The Duke of Maine perceiving the Night come on apace, immediately took leave of the Superiour of St. Cir, and hasted home [Page 87] to his Spouse, who all this while attended him with great Impatience, and who at his first Entrance asked him Sorrowfully where he had been so long from her? With my Mistress Child, (reply'd the Duke merri­ly) I could not possibly get from her sooner. I have known many a true Word spoke in Jest (answer'd the Dutchess.) But pray what is that Beauty which has so great an Influence over you? I know none charming enough about Court, therefore sure it must needs be one of Madam Main­tenon's Serraglio. hereupon the Duke blush'd and said nothing; which was sufficient rea­son for the jealous Dutchess to have but an ordinary opinion of his Conduct; nevertheless, thinking it fruitless, she said no more to him at that time but immedi­ately went out. At Supper she had ano­ther Fling at him, but to as little purpose as the former, for he had scarce heard three Words before he took a Candle and went up to his Chamber, leaving his unhappy Consort, to drown her griefs in Tears. Next Day his Highness went a Hunting with the Dauphin, and after Dinner posted away afresh to his bright Camilla, who hearkned to 'him yet more and more favour­ably. For a Week and above the Duke spoke not one Word to his Dutchess, his fullenness being upon this occasion without Paralell, where upon she thought it but rea­sonable to complain to her Father the [Page 88] Prince of Conde, who promis'd forthwith to acquaint the King; but she entreated him by all means to forbear, giving him to understand that her Misfortunes then might reach but too far, when they should rather bestifled and Suppressed, her Husband being but Young, and therefore likely to see his Errour in ashort time. Madam, reply'd the Prince, you Reason like A she-Philoso­pher; but I would fain know who is this Lady that presumes to entrench upon your Right. That Sir I cannot satisty you in as yet (answered the Dutchess) but I have reason to suspect Madam Maintenon to be the Cause; she never yet wanted Fuell to feed a Volatile Flame: She has under her Tuition where withall to occa­sion Jealousys enough besides I could never fancy that foundation to be so very free from Vice as is commonly imagin'd. O Heavens! (Exclaim'd the Prince,) you certainly do her a great deal of wrong: Can you think she would encourage Vice in a place which is consecrated to Vertue! Ah Sir, (reply'd the Dutchess) I am but too well acquainted with her Genius; I know her to be a passio­nate Lover of Intrigues, and that that Holy Habit she Wears, is but the better to disguise her Hipocrisy; I dare assure your Highness he Women are not always busied about the Litany. Moreover she is a great Confident of my Lords, having as it were brought him up, and therefore tho' he was [Page 89] dispos'd to Intrigue elsewhere, it might be reasonably Conjectur'd she would not give him leave. Madam, (answer'd the Prince,) I can believe nothing of this kind, therefore endeavour to settle your disturbances and resolve—. Ha! What Sir, will you not then believe it? (reply'd the Dutchess) a lit­tle time will clear all, and evince the Truth; and grant Heaven I do not prove a Prophet­ess at my own costs.

The Prince of Conde thus having endeav­our'd to calm his Daughters Afflictions, left her no less indispos'd; so that being willing to be farther satisfy'd, he went to his Son's the Duke of Bourbon, of whom he demanded Smiling, if St. Cir had any Beauties capable of charming a Prince? Yes in truth Sir, has it (answer'd the Duke,) there are some even fit to engage a God, especially one wonder­fuly fair—whom it is impossible to see without the most sensible Regret, if not re­ceiv'd, and for my own part, I never yet beheld any Woman so worthy of a lasting Amour. How, (said the Prince rubbing his Forehead,) What do you call her? What is her Name? Sir, (reply'd the Duke) 'tis Mademoiselle de—. Oh! (quoth the Prince) I know her Family; is she then so handsome? Yes, (reply'd the Duke) more Beautiful than an Angel, and no less charm­ing than a Cherubin. I have heard say, (answer'd the Prince cunningly,) that she is engaged to a Young Duke about Court. [Page 90] True Sir, (reply'd the Duke of Bourbon blunt­ly) 'tis to the Duke of Maine. How, (quoth the Prince dissembling,) you amaze me; it cannot be he sure: the Duke of Maine who was so lately Married! How can he think already of other Amours? I'll assure you I can give but little Credit to this. 'Tis so reported Sir, (reply'd the Duke) I know no more; Perhaps it may not be True. I believe it is not, (answer'd the Prince,) never­theless I'll go and make a visit to the Supe­riour of St. Cir; Perhaps I may see this Mademoiselle de—whose Father I was so intimately acquainted with, and who approv'd himself so true and Faithful a Friend to me upon many Accounts.

The Prince of Conde, being arriv'd at St. Cir, enquired for Madam Maintenon, who readily waited on him, and whom the Prince, after some discourse about indifferent Matters, desired the Favour of to oblige him with the sight of a young Lady he nam'd to her, who was under her Tuition, and likewise Daughter to one of his most inti­mate Friends. Madam Maintenon not be­ing able to refuse his Highnesses request, caused Camilla forthwith to appear before him; who soon made good the Character the Duke of Bourbon had given of her, and which Occasion'd the Prince to Address himself to her after this manner; Madam, (quoth he) Fame, the common Flatterer, has approv'd her self very much your Ene­my, [Page 91] for tho' she has publish'd a surprising Account of your extraordinary Qualities, yet by the sight of you, we find you a thou­sand times more deserving. Camilla ans­wer'd his Highnesses Compliments with so engaging an Air, that even the Prince him­self soon felt the force of her Charms; for some Days afterwards, he told the Duke of Bourbon that he could no longer admire at the Duke of Maine's Passion for so beautiful a Creature. Alas! (added he with a great deal of Concern,) if I my self were but to see her often, she would infallibly force me under the like Miscarriage. I remember I have read somwhere in the History of France, That one of our Kings fell so despe­rately in Love with his Son's Mistress, that what he Condemn'd before in him, he af­terwards approv'd of himself, and from his Father soon became his Rival. I should not think it proper to let the Dutchess know any thing of this, (quoth the Duke of Bourbon) Alas! (reply'd the Prince,) she poor Wo­man knows but too much already; her Hus­bands coldness easily convinces her of the Truth of it, and for my part, I know not what Remedy to prescribe for her ease. Does your Highness believe (quoth the D. of Bourbon) that Madam Maintenon will ever suffer matters to exceed Modesty and good Manners? I can't tell you that, (reply'd the Prince,) but the Case is a little dangerous; however, be you sure for your part to [Page 92] keep your Wife from the Knowledge of it, for fear she should out with all to the Dutch­ess of Maine, and in the mean time perhaps the Duke may weary himself out with Sighing in vain at his Beauties Feet, who seem'd to me not to be a little Haughty; nevertheless so favourable a beginning of an Amour does not promise any probable sa­tisfaction to the Dutchess my Daughter in a disappointment. Notwithstanding it is her Resolution to dissemble her Sentiments to her Husband, and perhaps that may work some good effect upon him; for we have often known several Virtuous Women reform their Husbands Extravagancies barely by their Patience and Ingenuity.

The Prince of Conde was Reasoning after this manner when the Dutchess of Maine came in, whereupon the Dutchess of Bour­bon was immediately sent for to entertain her Highness at Play. Afterwards several other great Persons coming in, and a Magnificent Banquet being serv'd up, they fell to Dis­course at Table of the several Passions that preside in the Heart of Man. Alas! (cry'd the Dutchess of Maine Mournfully) If Men did but follow the Morality of the Gospel, there would not so many Vices reign a­mong Christians; Wives would be faithful to their Husbands, and Husbands to their Wives; Ingratitude would be banish'd from the World, with all the other numerous Sins, that both Dishonour the Church, and Injure [Page 93] ones Neighbour. Madam, (quoth the Prince of Conti smiling) what your High­ness has been pleased to urge is most true, but nevertheless, oftentimes Custom and Conversation make us, what we should otherwise never have been. This is very well, (answer'd the Dutchess) let us then follow the Morality of the Court, and Sur­feit upon Politicks and Pleasures: Is there not likewise a kind of Morality in Gallan­try, which provides that in Case we be not faithless, we may be as wanton as we please? I agree with your Highness Madam, (re­ply'd the Prince,) and if I were discoursing before Ladies of that Character, I would take care of saying that their Affected Dresses, soft and languishing Airs, fancy'd mien, and Coquettish Behaviour were alto­gether opposite to the Gospel likewise. Don't be so severe upon our Sex, my Lord, (re­ply'd the Dutchess) I humbly beseech you, for I could easily demonstrate Men are more Conquettish and Inconstant in their Tempers than we, and this as they are less capable of being otherwise: In a Word, They never oppose their Inclinations, and it would be easier for them to live without Meat and Drink, than to deny themselves the Ramb­ling Pleasure of running after pretty Wo­men. This discourse of the Dutchess made all the Company laugh, being Calculated on purpose for her Husband, who was just then entring the Room, and which gave [Page 94] him occasion to answer after this manner. Faith Madam, Love is but a slender Diet, and there are but very few that can make a Meal upon their Mistress favours; it regales our Minds and Bodies indeed, but never­theless, it must be when we have well Din'd before.

This thought of the Dukes made every body Laugh likewise, and all thereupon were of Opinion that there were false Mo­ralls in the World, as also of different kinds. don't ye know (continu'd the Duke) that those Thieves who do not kill have one kind of Morality, and such Women as cannot Cuckold their Husbands another: Both these pretend an Obligation to 'em, for not dri­ving things to Extremity, so that almost every body has a Morality according to his own Fancie: I likewise am resolv'd to have one of my Choosing, and intend Faithfully to obey the Dictates it Inspires. You have had one a good while, my Lord (reply'd the Duchess) which has fill'd your Head top full of generous Notions and—Madam (quoth the Duke inter­rupting her being unwilling to enter into particulars of his Conduct with his Wife) nothing confirms Friend▪ship more than a lasting Conversation, and tis therefore that when I was a Boy, having an Extra­ordinary Kindness for the fair Cephisa, the amiable Object will never be root'd out of my mind. What a malicious Creature art [Page 95] thou, Prince (quoth the Duke of Bourbon clapping him on the Shoulder) to endea­vour to make my Sister believe thou couldst have a greater respect for any other than her, who Loves thee so dearly. Prince (re­ply'd the Duke angrily) If I had but thought I should ever have been a slave to a Woman I would never have been Marry'd; but, as it is, let my Wife Pursue her Inclinations, and I'll follow mine-

He had no sooner spoke this but he in­stantly left the Company with out so much as a Word more. Ah! (cry'd the Prince of Conde dissembling his Displeasure) see here is a Prince rash and Violent, but who nevertheless, being Young, there is some hopes of his reforming. All the company agreed with his Highness, and afterwards taking a Turn or two in the Garden, pla­c'd themselves in a green Arbour, which might better be call'd a little Isle being sur­rounded by a small Stream which fell thence into a green turfed Bason; causing an agre­able Murmure, but which nevertheless did not interupt the Conversation a whit Every body except the Dutchess of Maine was affe­cted with this pleasant Retirement, but she Melancholy, and Heavy, soon return'd to her Apartment. I must needs be very unhap­py (said she sighing to one of her Confi­dentes) to have a Person of the Duke of Maine's humour to my Husband, who 'tis plain, will never fail to follow the Footsteps [Page 96] of his Father Lewis the Great, and his Mother Madam Montespan, who is the most Voluptuous and Libidinous Woman in the World; and if I had but minded my Grand-Father the deceas'd Prince of Conde, who had a most distinguishing Head, and could foresee things at the greatest distance, I had never consented to this Mariage, which is like to give me so much trouble and Vexation. Madam (answered the Confident) a great deal of Care must be taken in the Choice of what one Pitches upon, and likewise to know why we pre­fer one thing to another, that we may be able to give an Account when requir'd. If any body blame your choice whose fault is it? Your illustrious Spouse perhaps plea­s'd you without knowing whether the es­teem your profess'd for him, was well groun­ded or not; we must know how to limit the bounds of our Passion, and Admiration without suffering it to transport us beyond Reason. Thou sayst true my dear Marchi­oness (reply'd the Dutchess) I did not ex­amine far enough into the Duke's Temper before I suffer'd my self to be overcome by his Wit, Address, and a certain foolish wanton Air, which we Women are not a­ble to withstand: And lastly into his false pretended Love, which nevertheless, he swore a Thousand times to be sincere and without Ceasing. Ah Madam, (ans­wer'd the Confident) these are the ordina­ry [Page 97] means that render our well meaning bub­bled by the Treachery and Perjury of Men, who never fail to deceive us whenever it comes into their Power. No doubt your Highness has shew'd but too much Fondness and Kindness to my Lord Duke. There would have been less danger in giving some Innocent Proofs of your Passion to a Lover, who for Family Reasons, could not marry, than to shew so much Love to a Husband: I have experienced what I assert to my loss, and therefore I hope may be the better Credited.

I own Madam, (reply'd the Dutchess,) that Marriage seems to me a Rock design'd to Ship wrack Humane Felicity; as like­wise that 'tis my Opinion, Love ought only to be a Sojourner with us during our Infan­cy, and that we would do well only to marry Fools, or great Lords to keep up our Families; But to enter the Matrimonial Noose with design either to meet with Hap­piness or Content, is an extream Folly. True Madam, (answer'd the Marchioness) All the Attendants of Hymen are vain Hopes and tedious Disappointments; and that to be truly Happy in this World, the best way were to turn Philosopher, that is to enjoy the present, take no Care for the future, and to make Indifference and Quiet our chief Favourites. These Lessons (reply'd the Dutchess Mournfully) were admirable, for those that could Practice 'em; but on [Page 98] the contrary, How many do we Daily see in the World, who make a thousand Reso­lutions never to marry, Yet by a fatal Lot, most opposite to their Intentions, Course the Bridal-God about like Mad People, till by that Ignis fatuus they are led through Brakes and Briers into the very Whirlpool of all Misery. Madam, (reply'd the Lady,) don't your Highness know which is the best Path to follow in this Labyrinth; you should ne­ver suffer your self to be Guided by Passion, but altogether by Reason and Interest. But (answer'd the Dutchess) What shall they then do that Love has the greatest Power over? Constraint you know, is an inex­pressible Torment. I grant you that, (re­ply'd the Lady,) but where their Misfortune is so great as to favour a Man before they have marry'd him, he will not fail after­wards to believe that they can have the same kindness for any Body else: When we design to take any Man to our Arms, we ought only to acquaint him with our esteem for his Merit, and conceal the Love we have for his Person. Will a Man think you Madam, (interposed the Count of To­louse, walking up to 'em,) be content with such Indifference? I have Over-heard (con­tinu'd he) part of your Conversation. I cant tell that Sir, (reply'd the Lady Smiling) Men I grant you must be made alittle much of, otherwise they'l scon desert. Never­theless [Page 99] (continu'd he) In case of Husbands, it must needs be a grievous Misfortune to an honest Man, to dote upon a Woman, whose slame is wholy Extinguish'd. But for my part, I declare my self an utter E­nemy to Marriage; and my reason is be­cause the last Mistress I had, play'd me false, when I afterwards observing in her Eyes, that she had a mind to come on a­gain, I thank'd her kindly for her Love, and sung her the following Words.

This is to treat Love like a Soldier; (quoth the Dutchess of Maine smiling) and to let us know moreover, that your Passi­on never strays out of call of your Reason; but yet there is some thing remaining in your Eyes, that perswades me you still have more than ordinary kindness for your Mistress; And Im' of opinion those verses the Duke of Chartres sent a Lady, who pre­tended she could Love no longer; are very proper to be apply'd to your Case.

I am of the same Opinion Madam, (re­ply'd the Count) and have some times practis'd accordingly; but as to this Lady, I have determin'd to persist in my Resoluti­ons, because she has often repeated the like Inconstancy. Love it must be granted, Sir, (reply'd the Dutchess,) whether True or False, is not very easy to be withstood. Madam, (Interrupted her Friend, who had not yet offer'd her Sentiments,) As I have said before, your Highness sees that it were best to turn Philosopher, and Dote only up­on the Arts and Sciences, for all other Love is but a Torment. The Conversation run still upon this Subject, when the Duke of Maine enter'd the Chamber, who after hav­ing taking due notice of the Company, clap'd himself down upon a Squab Couch, and fell to Reading a small Novel, call'd The Jealous Wives. Certainly (quoth the Count of Tolouse, looking over his Shoulder) this must be a very pretty Book: Nothing pleases me so much as to see a Woman play her Part well that way. And on the con­trary (reply'd the Duke bluntly, striking his Hand upon the Table,) nothing to me is so a greater Torment. The Dutchess here­upon, cast down her Eyes and Answer'd not one Word; and soon after entering her Chamber, fell to her former Agony, and shed abundance of Tears, which the Duke yet took no care to wipe off. Good God! (exclaim'd the unhappy Princess,) How [Page 101] deaf is this Lord to my Griefs, and how regardless of my Sighs! The Duke of Maine hearing her Lament, could no longer forbear going to ask her with a great deal of Con­cern, what she ail'd? Do you then my Lord ask me that Question, (reply'd the Princess very sorrowfully) I have but too too suffici­ent Reason; sure whilst I have learn'd that you Love me no more, but have altogether bestow'd your Heart on another. What a Fantastical humour (quoth the Duke) have you Madam got in your head? your Sex are ever fond of these sort of Fancies to disturb ye: I tell you Madam, if you will believe me, I am still, and will always be yours, and tho' I may not continue the same trif­fling Dalliance that attends Love in its Birth, I have nevertheless the same kindness for you. Marriage and an entire Possession of what one Loves, dispises this Foolish nice­ness. I am satisfy'd my dear Duke (cry'd the Dutchess, throwing her Arms about his Neck,) but notwithstanding you must give me leave to fear you do not Love me only. 'Tis but your groundless Fancy Madam, (quoth the Duke) as I told you before: Come rid your self of these unkind Suspici­ons, which are little suiting with your Temper and Quality. Alas (reply'd the Dutchess sighing,) then I have been basely misinform'd, for I have been told Dearest, that you Love Mademoiselle de—to Distruction, who 'tis reported is the great­est [Page 102] Beauty of all Madam Maintenon's Serrag­lio. The World then knows more than I my Dear, (answer'd the Duke) The Lady you speak of is indeed wonderfully Hand­som, but the Access to her Heart is no less difficult, and besides if she were never so easy to Conquer a marry'd Man as I am sure would sigh at her Feet but with a very ill Grace. There are some Coquetts in the World, (reply'd the Dutchess) will give themselves the hearing of all a Man can say to 'em for Diversions sake; but is it possi­ble for any Woman to resist you, who have the greatest Talent imaginable for such Ad­dresses. The Duke laught heartily at his Dutchess's Compliment, and grasping her close to his Bosom, told her, she was a little Impertinent Gipsy, and took Pleasure in vexing him. But (continu'd he) be as­sured dearest, my Heart shall be altogether thine, therefore if you would oblige me, let me hear no more of these Distrusts, (adding moreover) Jealousy never becomes a Per­son of your Birth; I know its cause is grounded on Love, but having no just Foun­dation, I hope you'll have regard for the future, both to my quiet and your own. But will you then swear to be Constant Prince (quoth the Dutchess) for—must Persons only be believ'd, on their Oaths in this Case, Madam, (reply'd the Duke) I thought you had known me better than to distrust me. Ah Sir, (quoth the Dutchess [Page 103] sighing) but that part of a Man is always most Subject to vary, therefore—whilst the Dutchess was going on with her Reflecti­ons, a Servant of the Dukes interupted her, bringing his Lord a Letter. The Dutchess at this being a little surpriz'd, hastily caught it out of his Hand, but not being able to maintain her Conquest, she was soon forc'd to let go her hold, and leave the Prince at Liberty, who retiring into his Apartment, shut to the door; and read these following Words, from an old Mistress of his, the Countess Bridget.

The conclusion of this Letter pleas'd the Duke infinitely, insomuch that he read it over several times before he could put it up. She's in the right (quoth he) they that have once bestow'd their Hearts, can scarce ever afterwards be made to call 'em back. But your Misfortune (rejected Countess continu'd he) was not to have charm'd me to that Degree: Your Chains were easily broken, being not over strong, and according to all Appearance you have abundantly more Love for me, than ever [Page 105] it was possible for me to have for you. Thus his Highness entertain'd himself some part of the Night, but assoon as Day pee­p'd, he was engag'd to mount on Horse-back, to go a Hunting with some Lords, to all whom he shew'd the Countesse 's Letter, af­ter having torn off her Name. Are Ladies then us'd to bestow their Favours so Prodi­gally (quoth the Duke of Bourbon laughing) I know not who your Correspondent is, but nevertheless am sure her Stile is none of the least Passionate. Oh! Tis a Lovely Creature (reply'd the Duke of Maine smi­ [...]ing) and any body else perhaps would be glad of what I refuse. Would she think you my Lord—(quoth the Duke of Bour­bon) I have a Friend has occasion for such a Female. There 's not a fitter for his pur­pose (reply'd the Duke of Main) providing her Husband don't come to know it. Oh! (quoth the Duke of Bourbon) I thought she had been some Virgin, who had had a mind to Communicate her Maidenhead. [...]oh, my F [...]iend will never care to have to do with a Woman that has a Husband. I believe you may keep her to your self my Lord, (continu'd he) tis plain she knows you or she would never have writ so kind­ly. Yes (answer'd the Duke) I have some small knowledge of her, her Name, as I re­member, is Madam Freelove: I'll assure you she was no ordinary Charmer in her first Husbands Days. It may be, (quoth the Count [Page 106] of Tolouse) she is now some worn out Peice, who is weary with Traversing the Streets, and therefore would get yo [...] to put her off to my Brother for conveniency. No, by my Faith (reply'd th [...] Duke of Maine) she is a very lovel [...] Creature, Young, Blith, Bonny, and—one you would be glad of, with all you Heart. Having spoke these Words, he immediately set Spurs to his Horse, and galop'd towards asolitary Wood, where entering, he instantly leap'd off his Saddl [...] upon a green Bank, and sung these Wor [...]

The rest of his companions did t [...] like, every one complaining of the Cruel [...] of his Mistress, except the Duke of Chotres only, who affirm'd that he never y [...] found any Woman false; nor ever w [...] in Love above sour and twenty Hours [...] all his Life. How vain is this Spark? (r [...] ply'd the Duke of Maine, about to ral [...] him) This does not at all my Lord, (quo [...] he) suit with your Character; you shou [...] ever find fault with Women, nay tho' th [...] were never so kind: It is Loves Poli [...] [Page 107] [...]nd who ever does not follow it; will never [...]ucced well in his Amours. Women Love Men that are discreet, and to whom, they [...]an the safer confide their Favours. also [...]overs should not only be discreet, but like­ [...]ise Secret, otherwise they might quickly Dethrone their little Emperour. O the [...]rand Love-Politician! (cry'd the Duke of [...]hartres) He is a Prodigious Proficient in [...]ese matters, and no doubt was never de­ [...]eiv'd but in Madam—who could not [...]ove him because—. Why these Aenigma's [...]y Lord (reply'd the Duke of Maine) you are very wanton methinks; and perhaps fancy you have some very easy body to [...]ally with: But have a care Prince, you [...]ay otherwise raise a sury that wont so easily be laid. I care not a Fig, (quoth the Duke of Chartres) provided it be from [...]n Enemy, and particularly him I mean.

Whilst these two Young Princes were [...]us Jarring the rest of the Company pre­ [...]ail'd with them to return to Paris, where [...]e Duke of Maine was no sooner arriv'd, but [...]e imediately posted away to St. Cir; and [...]aving found out his Charmer Camilla in [...]e of the Grotts reading a Romance, he [...]ccosted her after this manner. What dost [...]on do here my Heavenly Hermite? (quoth [...]e) can solitude so well suit with thy [...]vely Temper? I was reading Sir, (reply'd [...]amilla rising from her Place) of two of [...]aesar's Wives, one whereof was Cornelia, [Page 108] whom he valu'd so, as to make her funeral Oration him [...]elf, and the other one whom he fancy'd a Coquette; and whom there­fore he thought fit to banish, giving for reason that were she so or not, when the rumour was once spread, aspot would sooner appear upon his Cloath than an [...] others, as also that a wife of Caesars must never be suspected tho' guiltless. What (quoth the Duke) could Caesar part [...] with his Wife without being well assur'd of her Crime? It may be she was Inocent▪ It may be so too, (reply'd Camilla) but I find (continu'd she, with a very engaging Air▪ that great Men of former Ages, have always had their blindsides as well as ours o [...] these. Do you doubt that, Madam, (reply'd the Duke,) Men have ever been Me [...] since their first Creation; would you hav [...] 'em exceed their Model: Adam was no [...] perfect you know after his Lapse. But sti [...] (added he) these Illustrious Heroes of pa [...] times, never lov'd so truely as I do; the [...] Passion was limited, when mine has n [...] Bounds. Then yours in time will be Giant Passion, (quoth the Lady smiling) you suffer it to proceed farther; but hav [...] a care my Lord, it may else come to Scal [...] the Skies, and receive the like Fate wit [...] its once Metamorphos'd Brethren; or el [...] run wandring all over the World, and wa [...] it self to a Pigmy with its Fatigue. Yo [...] Love after this rate will be a Vagabon [...] [Page 109] and Fugitive. Fie! my Lord, you must by [...]ll means call it Home, and confine it to a decent Standard. What do you rally after [...]his rate, Adorable Beauty, (quoth the Duke) the Person whose Torments you occasion? fie! this is not Generous, (contin­ [...]'d he with one Knee upon the Ground) you may well think one Day to answer for all these Homicides. Who I, (reply'd Camilla briskly) I never yet was the occasion of any Man's Death. Ah! too Cruel, (ad­ded the Duke,) you will infallibly soon be of mine; I feel your Eyes already sunk [...]eep into my Heart. You abuse your self Prince, (reply'd Camilla merrily) I have [...]othing wherewithal to Wound you. Ah good God! (continu'd he growing Pale,) [...]o not force me to explain my self farther: [...]hich Word he had sca [...]fe utter'd, before [...]e fell flat in a Swoon at her Feet; who [...]evertheless could no [...] forbear smiling a [...]l the [...]hile at his Amorous Enthusiasme. What, i [...] it after this rate Cruel and Pityless, (cry'd t [...]e Duke, coming a little to himself) that you treat your sincerest Admirer! Can you s [...]e me dye thus Prostrate without remorse? Ah! Cruelty without Paralell! Must I then e [...]pire without the least hopes of Comfort? your coldness and indifference wi [...]l not a [...]hit abate my Passion; that but encreases [...]o fiercely every Day, and I must, without your Pity, infallibly Sacri [...]ice my Life, a [...]iserable Spectacle, to your Incredulity. O [Page 110] Heavens! (reply'd Camilla blushing and Sighing deeply) Embrace me Prince, and do not reproach me of a Crime that per­haps, I am the farthest of any of my Sex, from being guilty of; but you know Sir, a young Woman of my Condition must be Cautious of—. She was going on with her high flown Cordial, to Cure her Lovesick Duke, who all this while listned in most attentive manner to his kind Physician, when Madam Maintenon came in all of a sudden and surpriz'd 'em. Who could hav [...] thought Camilla you had been here (quot [...] the designing Governess) the Company yo [...] have had, is but too good for so Mean [...] place, tho' so Ingenuous a Person as m [...] Lord Duke perhaps may however find som [...] Charmes in it. Madam, (answer'd th [...] Duke, making her a very low Bow) yo [...] Ladyship is pleased to Flatter me agreeably and the Praises which proceed from yo [...] Mouth are more estimable then choiest J [...] wels. But those from our fair Camilla Mouth, (quoth the Governess) I presum [...] would be much mo [...]e acceptable to yo [...] Highness. The Fair alwaies add a grace [...] the Words they speak, especially in Love Eyes. But I have not that good Fourt [...] Madam, (reply'd the Duke) with this [...] Lady: She looks upon me sure as one of [...] worst of Enemies, and treats me with Indi [...] ference and Coldness accordingly. P [...] haps that's but your Fancy my Lo [...] [Page 111] (quoth Madam Maintenon, who had a great deal of good Will towards his Highness,) Camilla sure is not so indifferent as you may imagine; for on the contrary, I am well assur'd, she is more than ordinarily sensible of your Highnesses Merit and good Qualities. Blest Saints! (exclaim'd the Duke) How endearing are these Expressions! Is it then possible so Divine a Creature should ever be capable of receiving Impressions of Love? Do you believe my Lord, (reply'd this Lady) that the fair are any ways incapable of that Passion? if you do, you are much deceiv'd, for I can assure you they are of­tentimes more easily wrought upon than the Homely and Deform'd Afford me but a Proof of this, Dear Camilla: (reply'd the Duke in a wonderous Extasie,) your gene­rous Governess permits you to hearken to me, and I dare almost promise, Com­mands you to do it. This I hope dearest will be some relief to your Fears and Mo­desty, and for which I shall be eternally oblig'd to Madam Maintenon, who takes so great notice of my Sufferings. Yes, (re­ply'd the Intriguing Governess,) I do allow Camilla to Love your Highness, but that with a necessary restraint, for a Young Lady may easily d [...]ive her Passion so far, that she can hardly return without danger of Ship­wrack. There is a certain Rock she may meet with in the way, that has baffled many a good Pilot. And what is that [Page 112] Rock Madam, (quoth the Duke) Perhaps striking there is the greatest Satisfaction, and sinking more the Desire than unskilful­ness of the Pilot. It may be so, (reply'd the Governess) but—. Ah Madam, (continu'd the Prince) but how shall we do to cool our selves of—. Your Passion, (quoth Madam Maintenon laughing) even Sigh often, and Breath strong, and so re­fresh your selves. Ah but Madam, (reply'd the Prince) would Sighing prevent—your being blown up by your Passion? Yes yes, I warrant, (reply'd the Lady, being unwilling to let his Highness explain himse [...] any farther upon that Subject.) But Sir pray what News from Court? None Madam that I know of, (reply'd the Duke) except that the Dutchess of Portail has late­ly fatted a Young Fellow to distil him in a Limbeck, to make yer young again. Are you in earnest my Lord, (answer▪d Madam Maintenon) Is that old Dauber quite bereft of her Sences? Sure she well deserves the name of the fair French Antiquity. 'Ti [...] certain Madam, (reply'd the Duke) she works at it with the extreamest Diligence; she loses no time. Why this Action of her [...] is Abominable (quoth Madam Maintenon, she ought to be complain'd of to our Reve­rend Fathers the Jesuits. Alas (continu'd she making a sign of the Cross,) for so frail a thing as outward Appearance, that Wo­men should be so Devillish as to damn them­selves! [Page 113] Well Madam, (added the Duke,) but she has a greater folly than all this still, if you would give me leave to tell it, which is this; A young Lady who liv'd formerly with her, but now with us, told me, that in Summer time her Footmen were us'd to re­fresh her with a great Taffeta Fan as large as a Mizzen Sail, and which she was wont to say, was the greatest Cooler imaginable, no more for pities sake, (quoth the Gover­ness, holding her sides and ready to burst with laughing) I believe your Highness has invented these two Stories on purpose to entertain your Mistress, but if they be true I am of Opinion, many a Soberer Body goes every Day to Bedlam. Faith Madam, (reply'd the Duke) the young Lady told 'em me very seriously for Truth, and I am apt to believe they are so. This last whim­sy (cry'd Camilla) is at this Day practis'd in the Indies, where perhaps this Lady has been in a Dream or a Frenzy. But no more of this hideous Creature pray my Lord, (cry'd the Governess) I protest the very thoughts of her makes me Sick. Why Madam, (quoth the Duke) your Ladyship ask'd me News, and I thought none could be more Diverting. These are such in­deed (quoth the Governess) as ought to put either in the Gazette or the Post-Boy. Pray let them then my Lord, (cry'd the fair Camilla Maliciously) such Ridiculous Fancies ought to entertain the World at a cheap rate. [Page 114] Madam, (reply'd the Duke,) her History would indeed furnish out an admirable Monthly Account. I believe so too, (quoth Camilla) and I fancy moreover, that her Company must needs be very diverting to her Friends if she has any, For—.

Camilla was proceeding in her Dis­course, when News was brought, that her little shock-dog was just dropt down dead of an Appoplexy. Impossible is it to ima­gine, what stifling Grief this Fair young Lady imediately conceiv'd upon this rela­tion; Nay, in the Dukes presence, who promis'd her one a thousand times more beautiful. Alas! (exclaim'd she Sighing deep­ly) Adonis, (so was her Dog's name) was in­comparable. Madam. (quoth the D.) I can easily Redress your loss. Impossible, (cry'd Camilla sobbing) he was a Dog that excell'd all of his kind. But my Lord (added she) if your Highness has any thing like him, let me beg him of you. I promise thee dearest of Charmers, (reply'd the Duke, catching her Hand and Kissing it greedily) before Madam Maintenon, thou shalt have one as beautiful to the full. Hereupon the Duke immediately took leave of the Ladies, designing to make a small Theft upon his Dutchess without her Knowledg, but which nevertheless was very difficult for him to do, she making frequent Reviews of her little Dogs, many of which she lov'd equal with herself; notwithstanding Polidor was in [Page 115] a short time obtain'd by a Stratagem; the Dutchess little fuspecting her Duke for a Shop-lifter. His Highness soon after Din­ner hasted away to his lov'd Camilla with his Prize, who, as ill Luck would have it could not by any means fancy Polidor so charming as her Adonis. Nevertheless, thinking her self Oblig'd to accept what his Highness had took so much pains for, she began to dry up her Tears, and make some shew of Comfort; whereupon the Prince, believing he had absolutely restored her to her Gaiety, took her up in his Arms and mounted her upon the Table, where he immediately began to renew his Amorous Addresses. But Camilla, like o­ther Beauties, being a little incredulous, would give no great ear to his Courtship. Is it credible (quoth she with a charming Air) that your Highness should have so great a kindness for me as you profess? I am not ignorant that great Lords as well as meaner Men, have very often been apt to disguise their Thoughts, the beter to suceed in their Intentions. This you should not say Madam, (answer'd the Duke) with­out being sure of it: But nevertheless you may be prudently confident that I am none of that number. Granting it so my Lord, (reply'd Camilla,) you are notwith­standing one of those who often die in Pa­per, without ever coming near the Ely­sian Fields. Do you look upon us Men [Page 116] then Madam, (quoth the Duke) as Rob­bers that seize whatever comes in our way. Yes Prince (answered Camilla pleasantly) It is requisite only to be Man, and in Love, to commit any sort of Robbery. I know a Friend of mine, (continu'd she) that whenever she is left alone with her Lover, presently crys out Thieves! Thieves! being certain that he comes to steal som­thing. Alas! reply'd the Prince, tis only her Heart he has a design upon, and that comonly is shut up too close to come easily at. I fancy (quoth Camilla) the Mad Lover is a very uneasy part to Act; A Man methinks looks but very Sheepish Dying at a Woman Feet, who oftentimes almost bursts her self with Laughter at the comical Figure. Would you then most cruel! (reply'd the Duke) ridicule a Person in such a condition? Of all Human mi­series, none is greater sure than that of reject­ed Love, which Inexpressible Torment, has only its G [...]ief for its Comfort, and Dispair for its Encouragement. Well, Hea­ven be prais'd (quoth Camilla interrupting him) your Highness is not like to Die of that distemper: What would be your Fate if—.My Fate Madam (reply'd the Duke very disconsolately) would certain­ly be very Miserable if you could not Love me. Me or another my Lord, (quoth Camilla rallying) I suppose 'twould be all one where you Lov'd. No, Charming In­nocence, [Page 117] (reply'd the Duke) I shall never Love any like your self; and all Words are but too wanting to express my sentiments of your Conquest: Yours I am entirely, you are my Sovereign; Sway my Heart at pleasure, and Providing I can but find the Philosopher's Stone to please you, I shall think my self more then ordinarily Happy. This Philosopher's Stone, My Lord (quoth Camilla) is a Chimera, and in my Opinion, the best way to find it were to cease looking after it. But this Pretious Stone, (quoth the Duke snatching her up in his Arms and Embracing her) this precious Stone, every body Aims at, and would be Master of tho' at the greatest Expence. For my part (added he) I would willingly give all I were worth in the World, to have but a Right to call thee my own. My Lord (quoth she) you would not think me worth your Charge, after you had had me a little while, for I am but a Jilt, Whimsical, and of very ill Principles at best. The wors then for you, fair Inconstancy: (reply'd the Duke) But if there be any means to Convert you, Command Diamonds, Pearls, Gold, what­ever you can fancy either in Dream or Thought, and you shall have 'em inconti­nently & what would you more? Cannot this Obtain me the favour to—.Stand off (reply'd Camilla with a haughty Tone, repulsing him with some earnestness) can [Page 118] your Lordship think I will be guilty of any such Baseness? No, all the Riches in the World, could never extort but the least Complyance from me. To this the Duke reply'd very respectfully, and was not a little disappointed, to meet with so sur­prising Qualities, and worthy even of a Queen. After a little farther Tryall he left her to her self, retiring into a Neigh­bouring Solitude where he intended to make a few Reflections upon her Conduct.

Her Generosity (begins he) does not at all favour my design; these Women of nice Honour are the worst in the World to deal with; Nevertheless (continu'd his Highness) she was once kind to me, but Alass! How little did that happy moment last; since her Virtue soon summon'd her Modesty to her relief, and the Passion she before profess'd for me, soon Vanish'd and Ceas'd.

Whilst the Duke was thus wandering thro' the Forrest, he unexpectedly met his old Friend the Marquess of Verrille, who likewise came thither upon the same ac­count. These two Lords were both in Love, but after a very different manner; whereupon the Duke with Mournfull Tone, began thus with the Marquess. I believe my Lord (quoth he) one Wind blew us both hither to Expostulate with our Discontents. O, (reply'd the Marquess) but I presume nevertheless, our case is far different, for [Page 119] where Hymen forbids your Highness any strict Ingagment, Me he baffles, tho' I am willing to list under his Standard. Ah! Dear Fellow-Sufferer, (continu'd the Duke) whilst that I Love a certain Lady, who makes me no reasonable Returns, be thou Judge of the Extremity of my Grief: my Life is altogether Dependent upon her will, and her Absence moreover is my Death. I must confess I am not able to guess at the Person you so Affect, (reply'd the Marquess Smiling) but nevertheless I would advise your Highness not to set your Heart too much upon her, since you are already so comfortably dispos'd of. Ala's! tis not in my power to forbear; Dear Marquess, (answer'd the Duke) my Passi­on is but too vehement to admit of any Opposition; and If you knew this Lovely Creature as well as I do, you would wil­lingly forego all other Ingagements to die at her Feet. The Marquess hereupon flung himself into the Dukes Embraces, and beg'd of him to know who this Char­ming Beauty was: Which secret, the good natur'd Prince, but too soon disclos'd for [...]is future quiet, Being afterwards sensible, how dangerous it is for a Man to com­mend his Mistress, even before his Friend.

Camilla, by this time being vigorously attack'd by the afforesaid Marquess, who was the Wittiest and most Accomplish'd her utmost Wishes could expect, as likewise [Page 120] of Noble Birth, soon yielded to his engaging Address. The Duke of Maine therefore having some Reason to be Jealous, one day meeting him coming from St. Cir, Accost­ed him (with a heavy Countenance) after this manner. Marquess, you that so often have approv'd your self my Friend, are now no more so, but a dangerous Rival, as likewise the most Cruel of all my Enemies. Ah my Lord, (reply'd he catching him by the Hand) so far am I from being your Highnesses Enemy, that I am unavoidably become my own, in not being able to resist the Charms of that Beautiful Creature you Love: I have us'd all endeavours to over­come my Weakness, but notwithstanding, find 'em all fruitless and of none effect. Then you Love Camilla, (quoth the Duke angrily, and with Contempt) But have a Care Marquess, otherwise you may be but too sensible of your Treachery, For—what will you then pretend to do Prince, (reply'd the Marquess boldly) will you offer to oppose me? I Love this Beautiful Charmer beyond any possibility of resistance. The same do I, (added the Duke with the like furious Air) I Love her in spite of my Will to disingage my self, as likewise without Hopes, as I wish you do; and this, give me leave to tell you, Sir,—(coming up to him.) Ah Cruel Friend, (continu'd he, putting his Hand to his Sword) I fear this Casuist must at [Page 121] last be the Decider of our difference. When you please my Lord, (reply'd the Marquess) I do not wear a Sword to any better pur­pose than to Defend my self. Then I find (continu'd the Duke) from the very best of Friends, we must become the greatest of Enemies, being Rivals; But with all my Heart, since it is so determind. Here Marquess (quoth he) give me your Sword, and take you mine; let us see in whose Favour Fortune will declare herself. Which done, they began to fall to it Pell-mell, when having exchang'd several passes, by chance two Fathers, la Chaise and Bour­dalou happen'd to come by, who seeing two young Lords Attack each other so vigorously, immediately interpos'd with their utmost diligence, to prevent any farther mischief, and after Preach'd Peace to 'em, without knowing the least occasion of their Quarrel. My Lord Duke of Maine soon Condescended to their Mediation, being unwilling to make any farther Noise, for fear it might come to his Dutchesses Ear; therefore suffer'd his Hand to be given to the Marquess, by Father la Chaise, who all this while, knew nothing of the true Cause of their Dispute. Thus being made seemingly Friends, the Reverend Fathers conducted 'em to their Cloysters, with so much secrecy, that there was not the least Rumour of it got Abroad.

Notwithstanding this Accommodation, the Duke could not but treasure up a great deal of Malice for the Marquess, who likewise bore him no less Ill-will; inso­much that when ever they were like to meet in the Streets, the one endeavour'd to avoid the other with a great deal of earnestness. Camilla, you may imagine, was very much puzzled to manage these two Lovers equally, especially since she had so great a kindness for the Marquess. One Day as the Marquess was pressing her to declare in his Favour, he said, Ah! fairest Camilla, I can but too well perceive how much you prefer the Duke of Maine to me; But—He could not go on farther, because she suddainly interupted him, asking seri­ously why he thought so? Why I think so? Madam, (answer'd he) why I am con­vinc'd by the kind reception, I observe you always give him, even in my Presence; No doubt you think him more deserving, for Reasons best known to your self. It is my desire to make your Fortune, when I am confident the Duke intends nothing but to ruin it. I understand you Sir, (reply'd Camilla blushing) but however what would you have me to do; you see Madam Main­tenon forces me as it were to be Civil to him, he being her Favourite, and besides he is assuredly a Person of that Merit, that must needs Command every Bodies esteem. Ah! tis this your esteem Madam, (cry'd out [Page 123] the Marquess) that will certainly be the cause of my Death. And moreover, how do I know but that you go something farther? but however it is certain my Love will en­dure no Competitor. Then you must needs have me to your self I find Sir, (reply'd Camilla laughing) but nevertheless, this is a piece of Vanity, does not at all displease in a true Lover to suffer no Partner. Then I find Dearest Camilla, (reply'd the Mar­quess in a Love-Fit) you are pleas'd to agree with me in my Assertion; But however, prethee tell me, thou Loveliest of thy Sex, canst thou but have the least kindness for me. Your Questions a little too rash in my Opinion Sir, (quoth Camilla merrily) It is but a little while since I have first known you, and would you have me Love already? No my Heart is not so easily wrought upon, (continu'd she) and perhaps may never.

Whilst they were thus debating the Duke of Maine enter'd bluntly the Room; where upon the Marquess immediately de­camp'd, leaving the Field of Battle to his Highness, who like an experienc'd General in Loves Wars, began instantly to Muster all his Troops of Sighs, Complaints and Languishings, which he had always about him, and which he immediately drew up at the Incomparable Camillas Feet, where he began his Harangue thus. Will you never, cruellest of your Sex, put and [Page 124] end to my Grief? I suffer more on your Account then the very damn'd in Hell, (pardon the Simile for where a Person is Skrew'd up to my Pitch of Jealousy, the very worst of terms suit his Condition best) and yet you will have no Compassi­on. Yes (quoth Camilla) when my Heart can assure me, you have gaind any con­siderable conquest, for these terms of Dam­n'd, Miserable, Wretched and a Slave, savour more of a Romance than Reality. But Madam, (reply'd the Duke) for the most part your Sex are not to be wrought upon unless a Man give himself to the Devill for security. Good! you are pleas'd to rally I find My Lord: (quoth Camilla,) But does your Highness seriouly believe that we Woman dont know when we are truly belov'd, when nothing is so easy to disco­ver by a Mans Actions? I cant tell that Incomparable Charmer, (reply'd the Duke, darting her a favourable Look) But I know you have not yet been pleas'd to discover mine. I am sure (continu'd he sighing) tis no small time since my Hon­our, Liberty, and Heart have been in your Fetters, and yet you would never think fit to take any notice of 'em. Have I had the possession of 'em so long then? (an­swer'd Camilla Merrily) I thought they had a great while since been Banish' [...] Paris, for Fugitives and Vagabonds. Pari [...] has never had greater Possession of m [...] [Page 125] (reply'd the Duke) than now, and par­ticularly St. Cir, were you now are, and where you may likewise find my Grief, engraven in lasting Characters. Where abouts pray my Lord? (quoth Camilla Laughing) for my part I can see no such Hieroglyphicks. Here on this very Spot, bright Angel, (reply'd the Duke) here you may instantly see me bury'd, and this is what I would have carv'd on my Tomb. Here Lies the most Unfortunate of Lovers, who expir'd at the Feet of the Cruel, and—sure my Lord there was never such an Epi­taph as this before; (added Camilla Inter­rupting him) and besides wrapt up in such Terms, and to have these effects: Expir'd at the Feet of the Cruel, &c. Ha! Ha! (con­tinu'd she laughing) why, did your Lord­ship ever hear of any one that really dy'd for Love? Certainly if there were any such, he ought to be extreamly priz'd, being the only Phoenix of his kind that ever was: Why if this were so, another must Conse­quently arise out of his Ashes; and to besure then e [...]ry Woman would immediately put in to be his Mistress. Faith Madam, (reply'd the Duke pleasantly) he would then have enough to do to Content 'em. How did your Ladyship say, All Women? Alas Poor Phoenix! he would be well em­ploy'd sure to hover his Wings over so many Beauties: For my part I should think one or two sufficient to keep a Man con­siderably [Page 126] in play. Take then two for your share, (reply'd Camilla smiling) and moreover choose her you like. How! may I take any notice of your Words, Ma­dam, (continu'd the Duke singing, as fol­lows,)

And Men I dare assure your Highness, (reply'd Camilla) are yet more Fickle, for they change with the Wind and Sail with the Tide. A Feaver, Green sickness, Small-Pox, or some lesser Evil, makes them quit their Mist [...]esses Incontinently, and if you but ask 'em the Reason of their so sud­dain alteration, they'll tell you, that if she could but have continu'd her Charms, they would never have va [...]y'd their Love, so that we find Gentlemen, how extreamly our Sex is ob [...]ig'd to you, to forsake us at the very fi [...]st Approach of a Misfortune: This m [...]kes me of Opinion, that you are more in Love with your selves than us, and that we are not a little unwise, when we have any thing to do with you. Why Madam, ( [...]ply'd the Duke) i [...] all Women were of your Mind, Love would be altogether idle, such a cold and wild Const [...]tution would [Page 127] frighten him, and he would be forc'd to return to Spain or Italy, from whence he came. Is Love then a Spaniard or Italian, Sir, (quoth Camilla, feigning Ignorance.) Yes Madam, (reply'd the Prince) he had his Birth, and is always best supply'd in hot Countries.

But have a care (Exclaim'd he) I am almost gon already. What a Dart have you just now shot into my Heart! Your Imagination wounded you only, (reply'd Camilla Laughing) And you may be term'd Embevecido, that is, drunk with Love, for your Highnesses Passion is wrought so very High, that I can't fancy you any ways in your Witts, and therefore, this Spanish Word may very properly be apply'd to your Condition. Call me what you Please Madam, (reply'd the Duke) and bestow upon me whatever Qualities you fancy; I shall never take it amiss, providing you'll have but the least kindness for me: Call me Jack, Tom, what you think fit, or Snubbee, as our late Chancellour did his Mistress; it will be all one, on the fore­going Conditions. These familiar Terms please infinitely in Love. The King our August Monarch, would never permi [...] his Mistris La Valiere, to pay any distant Re­spect to him, nay he would have her always call him, my Life, my Love, my Joy, and by other such-like endearing Expressions: But nevertheless, I cannot promise my self [Page 126] [...] [Page 127] [...] [Page 128] so great favour, and perhaps must despair at last, of your ever Loving me as long as I live. Will you then Despair so suddenly Prince? (reply'd she with a tender Air) Matters do not move so much sure to your Disencouragement, and particularly—what then (cry'd out the Duke, transported) most Adorable Crea­ture, will't thou then give me but the least glimpse of farther Hopes? What welcom News to my Lovesick Soul! Permit me a little to embrace thee, as an Acknowledg­ment of the Pleasure, I have conceiv'd up­on this extraordinary Juncture. Camilla, who was naturally good humour'd, could not refuse his Highness, some small favours, which yet did not in the least entrench upon her Honour, but which, neverthe­less a little grated her Modesty, for tho' the Duke was extreamly civill, yet she could not but Blush often in his Arms, which might very well have enflam'd his Highness to some farther Attempt, had not the su­periour of St. Cir, sent one of her Ladies to see what Camilla was doing.

This Sister Hyppolita reported to Madam Maintenon, that Camilla was engag'd at hawty tawty with the Duke of Maine, and moreover, that she observ'd her Cloaths were a little rumpled. How (quoth Ma­dam Maintenon, in an angry Tone) will she [...]hen suffer herself to be rumpled by that Prince? Does the Wind blow in that [Page 129] Quarter! I'll soon teach her how to behave herself, and as speedily show His High­ness the way home. The Prince, belie­ving Hyppolita would give no favourable account of his Conduct, thought fit to endeavour to prevent her Malice, and therefore met Madam Maintenon as she was coming towards 'em. Madam (quoth he) I question not but you have been told wonderfull Matters; but, I'll assure your Ladyship, there is little or no Truth in 'em: I know very well Sister Hyppolita's Malice, who loves to make more of a thing a Thou­sand times than it is. She told me indeed Sir, answerd the Governess smiling) that you had towz'd Camilla about to some purpose: You must needs know of what Consequence, this may be in my House, tho' at bottom, I dont think there can be any great harm in such Waggerys, pro­viding that—you understand me. I do Madam, (reply'd the Duke laughing) but I'll Assure you there has been no such thing intended here. Your basely mistrusted however My Lord, (answerd the Gover­ness) for our good Sister Hyppolita told me quite another story. It may be so, (quoth the Duke) But can you think Ma­dan (continu'd his Highness) that this good Sister would not suffer herself to be rumpled sometimes as well as another? No certainly; (reply'd Madam Maintenon) for the Nuns of St. Lewis renounce the [Page 130] Pleasures of Love by their Vows. Good, (reply'd the Duke of Maine laughing) but don't your Superiourship know the Flesh may somtimes contradict the Spirit? For my part I can't believe the Sisters of St. Lewis, are so very Insensible as you would make 'em, and for example I have observ'd Sis­ter Angel send her Eys abroad a Piqueering, thro' the Grates, more than once. That's but your groundless fancy my Lord, (quoth Madam Maintenon) she is the most devout of us all; that poor Girl implores our Holy Patron Night and Day, to sortify her mind against Carnal Thoughts, which might else interrupt her Devotion. The Duke of Maine was going to reply, when the King came in, which made his Highness, soon think of an Escape from his Majestys sight, who he knew, would presently ask him what he did there, and if his Duchess at home was not sufficient company to entertain him. Madam Maintenon being always a Friend to the Prince, immeditely caus'd Ca­milla to Vanish likewise, and continu'd only with her Monarch herself. The Duke returning home, was immediately ask'd coldly by his Wise, whence he came, and where he had been. I have been walking Madam (reply'd he) in Vincennes Grove where I met abundance of Company, this fair Day. Was your Mistress there too Sir? (quoth the Dutchess smiling) I have been to [...]d you were seen pretty near her not [Page 131] long since. My Mistress! who is that I pray Madam, (reply'd the Duke) for I find you know more of her than I do. Is it possible then you can forget (contin'd the Dutchess) her whom you are so often with, Mademoiselle de —, of whose Charms you boast so inordinately; can she be so indifferent to you as you pretend? No matter, (reply'd the Duke, with an an­gry tone, and regardless mein) have I not told you I would have you trouble me no more upon that Subject, and yet you pre­sume? Pray meddle with your own Affairs and leave me to mine; I don't pry into your duct, Do I? He had no sooner said these Words, but he immediately flung out of the Room, leaving his most unhappy Dutchess in the greatest despair in the World.

This Princess passed her time, you may im­agine, but very uneasily, and when she was a­lone, she did nothing but weep and complain of her wretched Fate. Next Day she went to wait on her Father the Prince of Conde, to whom she related part of her Misfortune, but he advs'd her like a wise Prince, to make no great noise about the Matter, and perhaps her Lord might be reclaim'd. But nevertheless, we see he is not like to be so, nor perhaps ever will for any continuance.

At length the Dutchess perceiving she could gain nothing upon her Husband by Reproaching him for his Amours, gave him his full swing to do as he pleas'd, where­upon [Page 132] his Highness became more and more indifferent for Camilla every Day; which this fair Creature perceiving, immediately resolv'd to marry the Marquess Verveille. My Lord Duke was so far from opposing it, that the Marquess being his intimate Friend, he thought fit to join their Hands which was the Cause even of Transport to his Dutchess, who by these means thought her self deliver'd from all future distrust. But alas! this Humour of the Dukes lasted but very little; for seeing his Quondam Mistress about to be married to another, he immediately found in her a Thousand times more Charmes than before, inso­much that his Love being but as it were suspended for a while, came on with the greater force, and would certainly have overset his Brain, had not the Marchioness granted what she so vigorously before re­fus'd. All this while his Dutchess was calm; nevertheless, some few Years after, she sufficiently reveng'd her self by engag­ing in a strict league with the Count of—with whom she afterwards spent many a­greeable Moments, and at last became wholly insensible of her Spouses Cruelty.

Thus have I reveng'd my wrongs, (said she one Day to her Consident.) The Duke of Maine takes but little care of me, and at present I have as little regard to him: Ne­vertheless, (added she moreover) he has meerly forc'd me upon what I would other­wise [Page 133] never have attempted. Do you Re­pent then Madam, (reply'd her Friend?) No dearest, (answer'd the Dutchess) for the Count is a thousand degrees before him; and over and above that, he is more con­stant, his Tongue likewise is better hung, and consequently more Charms to be found in his Conversation. Ay, but Ma­dam, (quoth the Confident) it is but a lit­tle while since the Count has lov'd you; all Persons are agreeable at first, and perhaps when he has worn your Chains longer, he may be as Rebellious as your Duke. Men are disgusted by little and little, and we likewise often loose much of the delight that Charm'd us at first. Time will shew that, (reply'd the Dutchess) but if ever any such thing should happen again sure I should Mortally hate that Sex for ever after, nay, I believe should never care to come in their Company. again, It is the fate of all Women Madam, (answer'd the Confident) that love in a hot Country to—.You understand me. Very well (reply'd the Dutchess smiling.) And what was want­ing in me (continu'd her Friend) to pre­serve the Heart of that faithless Man your Highness knows of? Did not the treacherous Villain soon forsake me after—?Ay, Villain indeed, (reply'd the Dutchess) and it may be my Spark will think to serve me the same trick; But if he does, I'll Chain him so fast to the Oar, that perchance he [Page 134] may leave a Limb behind him before he gets free. Oh Madam, (quoth the Con­fident) All Men in general are Rebells, meer Ramblers, and it is most impossible to fix 'em. They continually revolt and escape us often insensibly, and there's no way to make 'em constant, but by a Pow­er of varying our out-sides continually, like a Camoelion, for one face seldom long en­gages the same Heart. Well; (quoth the Dutchess laughing) But I have thought of a better way, without effecting Impossibili­ties, and that, is by letting 'em feast upon our Eyes, without having any thing to do with our Bodies. Nothing will Plague 'em more then this Abstinence, and we may be belov'd and ador'd as long as we please; we must allow 'em an easiy Access to our Hearts, and that will make 'em go forward with the greater Encouragement, and Shame to return without effecting their enterprize, will undoubtedly keep 'em from going back.

These Ladies thus entertain'd each other, till a certain Visit interrupted their Con­versation. But let us return to the Duke of Maine, who by this time perceiv'd his Dutchess with Child, and which occasion'd him so much Joy, that his Highness imme­diately quitted all his Amours, and kept altogether to his own, who was overjoy'd to perceive it, and with which, the King likewise was no less satisfy'd, and tis hop'd [Page 135] moreover that the Prince of Dombe now Born, may be a means for the future, that they may live happily together. I could have reckon'd up many more Passages re­lating to this Princes Life and Conversa­tion; but for several Reasons, have thought sit to reserve 'em to another Opportunity, when I promise to oblige the Publick more at large: Till then, Adieu.