MEMOIRES OF THE COURT of FRANCE.  
Relating to the Amours of the Duke of Maine, AND THE Marriages of the other Illegitimate Children of the French King with the Princes and Princesses of the Blood.  
Written in French By Madam DAUNOIS, the Famous Author of the Letters of Travels into Spain;  
AND Done into English by Mr. A. B.  
LONDON: Printed for E. Whitlock, near Stationers-Hall, 1697.   

THE Translator's PREFACE.  
THE Lady who is the Author of these Memoires, has gained so universal a Reputation, that there's little occasion to say any thing in her Favour: Yet to recommend Her the more to the Esteem of the English World, I shall observe, that she is not tainted with the common Vice of French Writers, Flattery; but speaks now with as much liberty of the Court of France, as she has formerly done of that of Spain. Her Style is sometimes Historical, sometimes fitted to a free and lose Conversation, and now and then interwoven with a delightful Variety of Verses and Love-Letters. As for the Translation, if any Hypercritick will take the trouble to compare it with the Original, let him take this Declaration along with him, That I have not studied to make a verbal servile Version, but have taken the freedom to add and retrench, as occasion required, to make the Sense run clear in English, and at the same time to preserve the Graces of the French.  
If I have committed any Faults, let this additional Account of the Royal Family of France (as far as 'tis necessary for the understanding of these Memoirs) atone for them.   

THE Royal Family of France.  

THe King, Lewis XIV.  
The Dauphin, the King's Son.  
The Dauphiness, the Dauphin's Wife, (now dead.)  
The Dauphin's Sons. 

The Duke of Burgundy,  
The Duke of Anjou,  
The Duke of Berry,    
Monsieur, or The Duke of Orleans, the King's Brother.  
Madam, or The Duchess of Orleans; Monsieur's Wife.  
The Duke of Chartres, Monsieurs Son.  
Madamoiselle, or Mademoiselle de Chartres, Monsieurs Daughter.  
The Old Prince of Condé, the King's Cousin-German, (now dead.)  
The Duke of Anguien, (now Prince of Condé,) the Old Prince of Condé's Son.  
The Duke of Bourbon his Son, now Duke of Anguien.  
Mademoiselle de Condé, Daughter to the Duke of Aguien.  
Mademoiselle de Bourbon, her Sister.  
The Prince of Conti, the Old Prince of Condé's Nephew, (now dead.)  
The Prince of Roche-sur-yon, the Prince of Conti's Brother, (now Prince of Conti,) who at this present time stands fair for the Crown of Poland.  
The Duke of Vendosme, the King's base Cousin-German.  
Madam la Valiere, one of the King's Mistresses.  
Mademoiselle de Vermandois, Daughter to la Valiere and the King.  
The Duke of Vermandois her Brother, (now dead.)  
Madam Montespan, one of the King's Mistresses.  
Sons to the King and Madam Montespan. 

The Duke of Maine,  
Count Verin, (now dead)  
●●●nt Tholouse,    
Mademoiselle de Tours, Daughter to the King and Madam de Montespan.  
Madam de Nantes, her Sister.  
Madam Maintenon, the present Favourite-Mistress to the King.    

ERRATA.  
Pag. 1. and elsewhere, for Mademoiselle, read Mademoiselle. p. 4. l. 27. Would you not tell, r. Would you tell. p. 10. l. 10. Laughing, r. Languishing. p. 15. l. 1. pitying, r. pining.   

MEMOIRES OF THE Court of France, etc.  
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 Offspring 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 pleased to match my Sons and Daughters with Princes and Princesses of the Blood, I should eternally be thankful for the Kindness. Madam, answered the King, I would willingly give you that satisfaction, but the Prince of Conde my Cousin did not seem very well pleased when I proposed a Match between the Duke of Maine and Madamoiselle de Conde his Granddaughter. No doubt, replied that Lady, with a haughty Tone, he will rather choose 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, answered 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 Grandson 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, cried 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 surprised, 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 surprising indeed, answered she: How! could Madamoiselle's high Spirit descend so low as the Duke of Maine. No, I cannot believe it. Besides the Duchess 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, replied Madam Montespan, I am well enough pleased with that flattering Fancy; but what 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, replied 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, replied 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, answered 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 entertained 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 surprised; but however he thought sit to dissemble his Uneasiness. Madam, 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 looked 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 busy 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 entertained her with the Force and Extent of his Love, Prince, replied Mademoiselle with a languishing Air, What would you have me do for you? What I would have you do for me, answered 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! cried 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 stopped, being interupted by Mauritia, one of the Princess' Maids, She being a Person of an easy Temper, and one that the Princess entrusted with all her Secrets, the Duke pursued his passionate Conversation. The same Day the Duke of Orleans made a splendid Ball in the Royal Palace, where the Duke of Maine appeared in a very agreeable Disguise, that he might the better entertain Mademoiselle 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 abandoned himself to all the Torments and Pleasures of his newborn Passion. His Mind was still floating and tossed 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 Mademoiselle de Chartres, in which he met with many Obstacles and Difficulties. He often consulted with his Mother, who assured him that she never missed 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, cried 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, answered that young Prince, Constancy ought to be inseparable from a great Mind, since there can be no true Felicity without it. That's true, Dear Child, replied Madam Montespan; but Kings have their real Failings as well as the rest of Mortals; and our great Monarch, tho' in all other respects accomplished, has still the Frailty of being changeable in Love. He is infinitely pleased with variety; of which Madam lafoy Valiere made me but too sensible before she turned 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 merely 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, replied 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 varnished; their Actions heightened and advanced by false Lights and Glittering; and their smaller Virtues canonised: I know a World of pernicious Courtiers, who never approach the Throne, but they poison it with their intoxicating Tongues, most fatal to the Mind of a wellborn Monarch. Flattery, said Madam Montespan, does not stop at the Throne, but diffuses and spreads itself through all the Branches of the Court. You know the Duchess 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 Nonsense 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 Duchess; 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 enamoured Fancy with the Charms and Graces of his Mistress. Sitting on a little rising ground which he found very convenient, he revolved 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 to Mademoiselle; which contained these Words:  
I Find at last, Incomparable Princess, that of all the Torments in Nature, none is so quick and violent as that of Love. 'Tis a Pain that gnaws and preys upon our very Souls. And if you do not compassionate my Condition, I must soon die at your Feet the cruelest Death imaginable. My Sufferings are not to be expressed: And generally great Beauties like yourself do but laugh at the Pains which themselves cause. But as this is a most inhuman and unnatural Cruelty, so you must have a Care, most lovely and beautiful Person, not to provoke the Wrath of the Sovereign of all Hearts, who sooner or later punishes those that are insensible. I know you stick at some Considerations; but, alas, Love excludes Consideration, as Consideration excludes Love. You are not unacquainted with this Philosophy, since there never was a more diseerning and penetrating Princess than yourself.  
Upon the reading of this Letter, Mademoiselle could not forbear Laughing at the witty insinuating way of the Duke, to engage her to Love. He gives himself a needless trouble, (cried she with a Sigh) to persuade 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 destined for some greater Person than the Duke of Maine. Madame, (who overheard 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. Mademoiselle made no answer to her Mother's Advices, but only fetched some Sighs, which convinced Madam, 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 raised so injurious a Passion in your Breast? And how can a Princess like yourself, thus poorly stint her Desires, when she can have her Choice of many Illustrious Princes. In short, assure yourself, I'll never consent to such Baseness, said the Duchess of Orleans, leaving Mademoiselle in the deepest concern for the contempt she expressed for her Lover. This young Princess was irresolute and perplexed, when Mauritia came in, to whom she unbosomed all her Sorrows. This Maid, though of a soft and easy Temper, as I said before, had still a great deal of Judgement and Discretion, and was not wanting in giving good Advice to Mademoiselle upon this Occasion. The Princess having heard her out with great attention, told her, Alas! my Dear, if you knew what strange Motions I have to struggle with, you would pity me! Madam, replied 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, replied Mademoiselle with a laughing Air, perhaps you never Loved 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 herself. But however we must be ruled 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 Accomplished Person in the World. Barbarous Duty, cried Mademoiselle, 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 burned with Impatience to know the Effects of his Letter, and being informed where she was, met her there in some few Moment's. Mademoiselle was a little surprised 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, (replied the Prince) as to ask you the Subject of that Thought, which undoubtedly was a pleasing one. Prince, (answered Mademoiselle, with a little Concern and Disorder) you had the greatest share in it. Is it possible, Madam! cried the Duke, transported with Love; is it possible, Divine Creature, that my good Fortune can be so great? Perhaps, said Mademoiselle 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, replied Mademoiselle, 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 Mademoiselle, Laughing, has some secret Charm robbed you of your Speech? Yes, incomparable Princess, I am no more myself, cried the Duke, grasping Madamoiselle's Knees, my Fortune is so great and uncommon, that I cannot but be amazed at it. Your good Fortune is not yet complete, said she with Sorrow: If I was at my own Disposal, I would soon resolve upon the Choice I am to take; But you know I depend upon the tyrannising 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 yourself, 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 Surprise. You grow Pale and Faint, Prince, said Mademoiselle, (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 yourself, that what I do now, or shall be obliged 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 the Duke of Maine, he gave Mademoiselle very sharp and biting touches upon that Subject, to which Mademoiselle made no return, but expressed 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 expressed: He enquired 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 extremely 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, cried Mademoiselle, I perceive a thousand violent thoughts in your Mind to Ruin me. And I, replied 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 Ashamed of, answered Mademoiselle, 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 to me there. We always seek the Company of those that love us, replied 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.  
Mademoiselle perceived well enough what her Father meant by that; and being endowed with a strange ready Wit, and admirable Address, where are those malicious Tongues, replied she with assurance, that have informed your Highness that I Loved the Duke of Maine, so far as to make him run after me? My own Eyes have told me so, replied he going away, and I want no other Witnesses. Alas! cried the Princess, when she found herself alone, I must lose you, dear Duke, and with you I must lose my Repose for ever! Here her Tears and Sighs stopped her Voice; and Mauritia, who by this time was come in, soon perceived by her Paleness, and downcast look, the trouble and anguish of her mind. Alas! said she, moved 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, answered Mademoiselle, 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 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' Command, Mademoiselle fell into a deep amorous Melancholy, and gratified 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 busy and industrious in getting Admirers. But, said that Prince Smiling, it signifies little to Conquer us, the difficulty is to keep us when Conquered. Most Women fancy, that because they have Charmed 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 Mademoiselle, (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 Besieged his Heart with a numerous Army of gentle Leers, amorous Glances, and passionate Ogles, which are like to carry it soon upon easy Terms. The Duke of Maine's Heart Besieged, replied Mademoiselle, with an uneasy Concern, and what will this poor Prince do, to get out of this Danger? He must, replied the Duke of Chartres, send for all the Artillery we have in Flanders, to his relief, or else he runs great hazard of losing his Heart. That's an impregnable Fortress, Brother, said Mademoiselle, 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 persuades me to the contrary. 'Tis true, returned maliciously the Duke of Chartres, that when a Man's Heart is once possessed 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, answered Mademoiselle, 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, replied 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 Mademoiselle, are not very Engaging; But however, I will acquaint you that you have a Rival no way inferior to you in any thing than can please a handsome Lady. And who is this dreadful Rival, said the Duke? Cannot one be acquainted with his Name? 'Tis the Prince of Roche sur-yon, answered Mademoiselle, who has a great Passion for her. For Mademoiselle of Tours, the Eldest Sister, you mean, replied 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? returned that Princess, smiling: A Lady's Faith is a small Assurance, when exposed 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 expressed by words. Certainly, Sister, replied the Duke of Chartres, it is a very difficult matter to know the secret Tie that sastens us to the Person beloved: Our Love represents her more Beautiful than the Angels, and without any Fault with relation to us, who would be sorry she should be otherwise.  
Mademoiselle and the Duke of Chartres were thus pursuing this agreeable Conversation, when Madam interrupted them, and told Mademoiselle she wanted her Company to visit the Princess of Conti. Madamo●selle readily complied with her Mother's desire, and went wherever the Duchess of Orleans was pleased 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, returned he smiling, taketh care of his Children. It seems he does, answered Madam; but methinks his Majesty might very well spare to Marry Princes of the Blood with such sort of Persons: Have not we Marquess', Barons, and Gentlemen enough in Francc to bestow them upon, without— Madam, replied 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; Mademoiselle of Vermandois, whom I have married, 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 loved any Man beside the King; whereas the other is a perjured Woman, who ha● left her Husband for a Prince who gins to be weary of her. I Foretold her this just Judgement of Heaven, added Madam; but she was then so great a Cocquet, that she made no other answer, but that we were born to ourselves, to enjoy the Pleasures of Life. A very worldly and sensual Answer, replied the Prince of Conti, and which has but little of that Piety which that Lady gins to profess. Truly, Prince, said the Duchess, she has a great deal to answer for, if Adulteries be criminal. Pshaw, Madam, replied the Prince, 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 Mademoiselle, he came near Madam, who gave him a very indifferent Reception: He was used to such Crosses of Fortune, and so was little concerned at this; blesides, one of Madamoiselle's Smiles that he got now and then, made him sufficient amends for her Mother's Frowns, and made him look extremely well pleased. As they were riding along, Mademoiselle desired him to hold a little Cane she had in her hand; this Cane, besides a Knot of Carnation Ribbons, and several Diamonds, had a fine Emerald with the Prince's Picture (both a Present of the Duke's) on which his Highness bestowed a thousand Kisses, unperceived by all but Madamoiselle, who told him as she alighted from her Horse, Prince, who did you think upon, when you so devoutly kissed the Image you had in your hands about an hour ago? Who could I think upon but your dear Self, most Beautiful Princess, answered 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, replied Mademoiselle? You know I cure no Dis●a●es, but rather cause Sufferings, if I may believe you? I confess, Madam, replied the Duke, with an Air that made Mademoiselle laugh, your Highness is more apt to make a wretched Mortal languish, than— He said no more; and Mademoiselle, who saw that Madam observed them, took his Silence as a sign of his Love and Respect.  
The Company being separated, and retired to their respective Houses, the Duke of Maine reflected on his ill Fortune, with respect to Monsieur and Madam the Duchess o● Orleans, who looked upon him with Contempt. He resolved at last to speak to the King about it; but his Majesty told him, That he was not like ever to compass what he aimed at: That Monsi●ur designed his Daughter for a Monarch; and that he had already spoke in his Favour, but could not prevail. But, Sir, replied the Duke, I dare flatter myself 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 ruled by me; since you have a mind to marry, disengage yourself from Mademoiselle 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 uèry well pleased with the Match, yet I am sure the Duke of Angu●en will not be against it. Sir, replied the Duke of Maine, methinks I should like Madamoiselle de Condé the Eldest Sister a great deal better. Marriages are not governed by Choice; and do not you see, said the King, that she's designed for the Prince of Roche-sur-yon? But, Sir, returned the Duke, can't one serve that Prince's turn? They say he has a Design upon Madamo●selle de Tours my Sister,— Yes, replied the King; but I believe the other will carry it, and that Mademoiselle de 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, overwhelmed with a deep Melancholy, for being in a manner forced to quit Mademoiselle, whom he so much esteemed and admired. 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 recovered 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 enamoured with the Charms of the Duke of Maine, she was as it were snatched 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 frantic Designs, who presently order the Duke of Main to be under Arrest till the mad Fit be over. While he was thus confined, he could not enjoy a minute's rest till he had disclosed his Passion to his Mistress, and assured 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.  
I Have had all along, most adorable Princess, a thousand secret Surmizes, that I should be never so fortunate as to enjoy you: I now find my Fears are too true, and that you are destined for another who does not deserve you so well as myself, if Love can claim the first Title. I am jealous even to Madness; and this Proof of my Love is inseparable from great Passions. Alas! I am still fond of my own Error, which flatters me that you will still be the same. What would not I have done, if I could have had the liberty to love you for ever! All the World seems combined to inform me of my Misfortune; but, alas! I do resent it enough myself; and I need no Informations to be convinced that you have perhaps forgotten me, and are just ready to sacrifice me to the cruelest of my Enemies, who will never take the pains to deserve your Heart. This is the only Comfort I have left: And I do assure you, incomparable Princess, that if you can retain some Esteem for the most passionate Lover that ever was, I shall never cease loving you in a manner equal to your Merit. Be yourself Judge how far my Love is like to go.  
Du Maine.  
Madamoiselle de Condé having received this Letter, could not forbear to answer it as followeth:  
PRINCE,  
YOU express your Sentiments to me in so moving a manner, that I find it impossible not to love. But perhaps you speak the same to a great many others: Take care of that; for I can never be reconciled to a Heart that's divided: I will have it all, or none; and if that which is now designed for me, has still an Inclination for the Blue-eyed Marchioness, I swear I will— You may guests at my meaning, and what a Woman can do to revenge herself upon a Husband that allows her but a share in his Heart. I must needs confess, Dear Duke, that I am Married against my Inclinations. The Prince of Roche-sur-yon would have done well not to have Courted this Match; but since the Court will have it so, I must at least look pleased with it. Adieu, Prince; you know what I have in store for you.  
Henrietta de Condé.  
The Duke of Maine having bestowed a thousand Kisses upon this Letter, felt an unexpressible Joy in the Hopes his Mistress gave him to love him for ever; which were confirmed 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 pleased 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 easy, without that pleasing, tho' deceitful Fancy.  
The Duke of Maine was thus entertaining his amorous Thoughts, when news was brought him that the King released him from his Consinement, which was in one of his Friend's House. This Friend was married 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 handsome, but by reason of some secret Charms in her Wit and Conversation, that drowned the Defects of her Person. Therefore when the Duke of Maine received 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 consigned against his Will, about a Business that would have ended without noise. The Duke of Marsillac, who was charged with the King's Orders, returned his Answer to his Majesty; who left the Duke to do as he thought fit. The Countess Brigid, whom this Prince had entertained 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 engaging and endearing a manner, that the Duke has since confessed that he never loved so entirely a Woman without Beauty. The sweet Moment's 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 belonged to Madam Montespan his Mother) musing upon the Charms of that Princess, he received a Letter handsomely sealed up, which came from his Countess with the following Words.  
WHen I first begun to love my Dearest, I thought my Passion was capable of no Addition; but now I perceive it increases to a stupendous and dreadful degree. I know but one thing that can make me happy, and that is, my charming Prince, That you Love me as entirely as I do you. But how can I flatter myself with those pleasing hopes, when I have nothing to entitle me to the possession a Heart of so much Worth as yours is? Nevertheless I do not doubt but that you Love me a little, since you still wear the Scarf I made for you with my own Hands: My Heart two has had a share in it; that Heart that made me contrive all that I did for you, when the God of Love wounded us both, with so sweet so pleasing a Dart! Oh! What Charms! What Raptures! I cannot forget those happy Moment's which I cannot express unless I see you. Haste then, my Dear, haste to renew them before you go to the Army, where my Heart will attend you as a Volunteer, I expect with impatience to see you to Night at the bottom of the Terrace: Do not make me Languish after a thing that costs you so little.  
The Duke of Maine, who was then in Company, could not forbear Laughing at the last Words of the Countess' Letter, which were a Riddle to every Body but him, and her that wrote them. He admired 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 Moonshine invited the impatient Countess to get upon a rising ground to look for her dear Lover, who soon after agreeably surprised her, and told her: Madam, I am so possessed with the Passion you have raised in me, that had I not seen you this Night, I would certainly have expired. 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 Regaled 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 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, received the News of Mademoiselle de Condé's Marriage, which threw him into so deep a Melancholy, that none of his Friends could guests 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 Physic, administered 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 restored him to his perfect Health. This Physical Girl, who was in Boys , having done considerable Services to the Lovesick Duke, returned to the Doctor his lawful Master, who, as I am told, has since performed 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 received them kindly, and 'twas in those Visits that he fell in Love with Mademo●selle de Bourbon the Princess' Sister. All the Thoughts of the Court were presently bend upon this Match; but whether the Duke had a mind to show 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 slattered himself with some hopes, (as most young Men ar● apt to do) upon the account of his Birth, his good Mien, his Wit, and all that can dazzle 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 employed about picking and stringing fine Pearls for Bracelets when the Duke came into the Room where she was; he approached 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 kneeled before her, and told her: Madam, your incomparable Charms strike dumb the boldest of Men: I could not myself 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 Unfortunate of Mortals.  
The Marchioness considered a little before she answered the Duke; at last, looking upon him with a Blush; Prince, (replied she) I am strangely surprised 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 extremely Charming, went out of the Room upon some pretence, fearing lest her Tenderness should triumph over her Reason, she begun to hug herself for standing this Trial, without giving any hopes to her Lover: But, alas! Love which subdues all by an irresistible force, soon instamed 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 uneasy; 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. 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, completed the Duke's Defeat.  
This Prince having recovered his Amorous Enthusiasm, closed his Lips to one of the Fair Marchioness' Hands, and bathing it with his Tears told her, Madam, if I commit a Crime in loving you, yourself are the cause of it; your bright Eyes have enchanted 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 seemed 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 returned home, he reflected on his Behaviour with the Marchioness, and was ashamed of his Bashfulness and Timidity. I have been blessed, said he to himself, with the sight of those Beauties that have heightened my Passion, and raptured my Soul to the highest pit●h: Those Eyes sparkling with Love, those sliming rosy Lips seemed to bid me go farther than Respect, and yet instead of improving the blessed 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 contained what follows.  
THE small trouble your Highness' has been at to preserve my Heart, shows but too plainly how little you care for it; but Heaven be praised, I am not so blind but that I see all your Faults much better than you imagine. The Wanton-eyed malicious Marchioness, that you visit so often; and for whom, I am told, you are Mad, will never be constant to you. Poor Creature! She's in love with every new Face, and compassionates the Sighs of all the World: In a Word, your Highness burns his Incense upon a very common Altar. You will, perhaps, take ill at me what I say about your new Mistress, and think that I am Jealous: I own, I love you so far as to be so even to fury; but I will moderate my Transports, and banish, if possible, your ingratitude from my Thoughts, since it is not in my power to hate you.  
The Duke having perused this Letter, fling it down again upon his Table with disdain; and said, Do you think, Madam, that a Man 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 Rosy Lips, hr Lilly-Complexion, her bright kill 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 remembered, Cliodora had had on hers; he kissed it over and over a thousand times. Amorous Extravagance! Not to be conceived 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 asked what he did kiss with so much Passion? My Hand, Brother, (returned the Duke) which has touched a most lovely thing: Nay, then (replied the Count, I have nothing to say to it, since you commit an agreeable Folly. But pray tell me, Brother, what part of your Mistress' Person is that you have touched? Her Mouth (replied the Duke: That's the nearest place to the Heart, said the Count: That may be, returned 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, 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 loved her. You are happy, (replied 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 gained, 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 showed 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 yourself. 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 shows however, replied 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 asked 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, (replied the Duke of Bourbon, interrupting him) you are in Love with Christina, she that Acts the most passionate Parts: Who I? (answered the Count, in a Surprise;) 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, (replied 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 ashamed so to profane 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 upon the Stage. Arlequin Acted that Day the Emperor of the Moon; and the Count of Thoulouse, who still had the late Conversation present in his Thoughts, asked him, Whether People made Love in the Moon, just as they do here? An't please your Highness, replied that famous Mimic, 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 returned 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 perceived by her Lover. Thus being at liberty and alone; alas! (cried 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 own my whole Heart to a Husband; Love wrists 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! (cried 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● 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, (replied 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, (answered she somewhat uneasy) what my Heart thinks of it: I do not blush to own that I find infinite Charms in your Person, that I am pleased with every thing you do, and look upon the necessity of your Absence as the greatest torment imaginable: But than what secret Reproaches of violated Duty should I be exposed 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 entrenched herself 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 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, (cried 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 stopped her against her Will. This small, but seasonable Violence wrought so much upon the Heart of this Lovely Person, that she stayed for a considerable while with him, and seemed 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 summoned in vain to her assistance, both Duty, Chastity, Faith, and all the Sacred Obligations of a discreet Wife to her Spouse. Now, (cried she) am I surprised, conquered, and speechless at once: At this, she yielded to the fond Caresses of her Lover, who embraced her most tenderly, and looked 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 Horror, 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 surprised her in Bed the next Morning, found her so changed, that she asked 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 surprised and astonished at the condition my Heart is now in, that you would certainly pity my Miserable Fate. Madam, (replied Atonia) I compassionate your Trouble without knowing the particulars of it. Can you believe, (said the Marchioness, resuming her Discourse) that I Love the most perfect and accomplished Man alive? Fame, indeed, has not done him Justice; but Heaven has bestowed 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 paused a while; and the Marchioness resuming the Discourse; Alas! (cried she) how happy should I be, were I only Charmed 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, (replied Atonia in a Surprise) you love another besides the Marquis your Husband? I do, (returned 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, (replied Atonia) with a serious Air, who has found the way to captivate your Heart, which seemed 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 Conqueror. Alas! Cruel Atonia, (answered the Marchioness with a dying Look) if thou knewest how my Heart, my Reason, and all the Powers of my Soul have struggled with this Passion, thou wouldst not speak as thou dost. I have courageously encountered all that can Charm a Heart; and 'tis no great wonder to see Victory side with the stronger: The Duke of Main triumphs over my Resolution, and 'tis that powerful, that charming Conqueror that puts me to these Agonies.  
'Tis not to be imagined into what astonishment those Words cast Atonia, who looking fixedly upon the Marchioness, told her, Madam, what's now become of that great Virtue and Reserve, which made your Ladyship the Admiration of all the World? I cannot tell, my Dearest, cried Cliodora, falling into a Swoon, in which she continued for some time, without either Speech or Motion; but at last recovering her Spirits, Faithful Spouse, (cried she) I have been treacherous to thee, by breaking my Marriage-Vows: Then looking upon his Picture that hung by her Bedside, 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. Gild gins to triumph over Virtue, 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 Marquis, who for some Days had been a Hunting with his Friends, came into the Room, and sat down upon the Bed by her. He expressed his usual Kindness to her; and finding her extremely changed, he asked 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 concealed and dissembled it, and forced a seemed 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 pleased with Variety. But, Madam, replied Atonia smiling, how can you expect always to find that pleasing Variety in a Gallant? I can't tell, replied 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 lose, 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 asked her how she had spent the Night? Very uneasily, dear Prince, replied she. Atonia, who perceived that her Company might be troublesome, went out of the Room immediately, and left 'em to themselves.  
The Duke thus alone with his Mistress, entertained her with his Passion, which, said he, is arrived at its highest pitch; then, I fear, it will soon decline, replied Cliodora, since Philosophers tell us, that things being come to their perfection, begin to decrease and return to their centre. My dear Angel, answered 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 show me the utmost extent of my Felicity. Will you then ever love me without alteration? I will, answered 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 pleased 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 accomplished a Person, both to entertain the Reader, and that he may guests who she is. The Princess Illida was a tall, proper, black Woman; her Shape free and easy; she had fine, large, sparkling, black Eyes, levelly 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 disclosed to her that very Day all the Sentiments of his Heart; and the Princess, who was not insensible, returned 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' oftener 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, replied the Princess of Conti, this is a very nice point; Fhench-men are of a fickle Temper, and generally false to our Sex, tho' never so true to their own; and I hearty 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 Jealousy 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, replied the Princess of Conti; and if you done'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 answered me briskly, Why, Madam, should we lose precious Time? 'Tis fit to Love as soon as possible; Hearts born for that Passion, are spoiled 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 myself, that might take no advantage of his Youth. What would your Highness do with a Foreigner, said the Princess Illida? They are 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, replied the Princess Illida, smiling: If I would have a Lover to my Fancy, I would choose a German, or Swisser. A very fine Choice, I vow! returned the Princess of Conti; why, the Germans and Swissers are so heavy, so dull, so clownish and unpolished— Madam, said the Princess Illida interrupting her, they are downright, constant, honest Men. The Duke of Maine, who surprised these two Princesses, soon made them change their Conversation. Alas! said the Princess of Conti, perceiving the Duke made his Addresses to the Princess Illida, Prince, I think you are neither Germane nor Swisser. Why that to me, Madam, replied the Duke? Must a Man be German or Swisser to please this incomparable Beauty? Yes, he must, returned the Princess: They are constant, downright, and honest— Faith, Madam, replied the Duke, smiling, 'tis because they have not the Wit to be otherwise: But is Constancy such a mighty thing in Love? Ah! cried 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 perceived 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 conceived 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 that, these two Persons have had an irreconcilable 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 Duke of Maine, to the Princess Illida.  
MADAM,  
YOur  Reproaches have hereft me of my Rest; and if you continue to have so ill an Opinion of me, and banish me from your dear Presence, I must fall an infallible Sacrifice to your uncharitable Judgement and Severity. You see what Sin you are like to commit, and what Remorses of Conscience you must expect if I die. I am grown so faint and weak, that I have hardly Strength enough to write to you: This Weakness, most adorable Person, aught to give me a Title to your Heart; and without the Possession of so inestimable a Treasure, I can never hope to love happy. You may triumph over my Passion, and use at pleasure the Power you have over me, since the Condition I am in will not suffer me to do any thing in my own defence, save only to assure you, that what the Princess of Conti told you of me, is nothing but Falsehood: She is a malicious Woman, that cannot endure to see a Man sigh for any other than herself, as if she was Mistress of all the Accomplishments in the World: And as she comes infinitely short of those shining Qualities and Perfections that Nature has bestowed upon your self; so she cannot but have a mortal Jealousy to you. Farewell, Illustrious Princess, and do not deny the humblest and most passionate of your Adorers, the Favour of believing him the most Faithful and sincere of all Mortals.  
Du Maine.  
The Princess Illida received this Letter very kindly, and moreover told the Gentleman that brought it, that she longed to see his Master. The Duke no sooner received this News, but he immediately flew to his Mistress, and casting himself at her Feet, begged of her to hear him but for a Moment: I will hear you as long as you please, (replied the Princess.) The Prince perceiving an amorous Tenderness in her Looks, told her, Madam, I am overjoyed 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 loved 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 myself; you alone, most charming Creature, are capable to fix my Love. Prince (replied 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 were like yourself, 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, (replied 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, (returned 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, (replied the Princess;) and therefore their Passion is nothing but an Amusement. Habit and Custom have undoubtedly a great share in it, (answered 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 possessed 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 to God, Madam, (cried the Duke of Maine, grasping her little Lily-white Hand, which he kissed most amorously) I were Master of that Merit you are pleased to give me; but my small Skill and Genius contradict the good Opinion you have of me. Not at all, (replied the Princess;) and I am sure you deserve the Character I give of you. Can I flatter myself that you are persuaded of what you say, (returned the Duke:) I really am, (replied 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 recovered his Amorous Ecstasy; See, Madam, (cried 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 believed 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 Expense for them; while the deluded Fools 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, discovered 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 happened 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 paused 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 betrayed, (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 timorous, hearing a strange Voice and doleful Complaints, desired her Lover to take Coach again and return Home. He presently obeyed, 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 ordered him to forbear conversing with Women upon pain of Death; and that to cure his Melancholy, he had prescribed him the Waters of Bourbon, where he would go in few Days. The cunning Marchioness smelled out the Plot presently, and perceiving her Reign was at an end, she prevailed so far upon her own Love and Jealousy, that she received the Duke's Letter with great Indifference, and made as if she believed all he said, tho' she was sure of the contrary.  
Here is the Answer she sent him upon his feigned Illness, and his going to the Waters of Bourbon.  
ALas! Fair Prince, what would I not do to restore your Health. A barbarous Fever is like to blast your Lily Complexion, and you are going to the Waters to put out its fire: But, I think, your new Passion that has kindled it, might quench it as well, without going so far to deprive me of your dear Presence. Alas! How fortunate were Lovers in the first Ages of the World! They were still loving, still Constant and Faithful; they never parted one from another, and Treachery never wrested the Lover from the Mistresses Arms. Oh! Happy Times whether are you fled? Why does not Heaven grant us now so great a Blessing? I would not feel the cruel smart of your Departure: Nor would you be delighted with change, but rather place your Happiness in the Sweets of Constant Love.  
Cliodora.  
The Duke of Maine is so penetrating a Wit, that he saw presently his Faint was discovered. How cunning (cried he) is that Woman, she seems contented to lose what she cannot have; yet I am mad she shows no more Jealousy: Alas! She loved 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 employed: He was in suspense 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, pulled a little Bell, which was the Signal of their Secret Loves. One of the Marchioness' Women led him into a dark Parlour, where having perceived under the Table, and in a corner some Arms that used not to be there, and considering besides, that his Introducer had locked him in, he begun to suspect something, and leaped 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 Masked and Disguised. As soon as she entered the Room, where she expected to see her false Lover, she was so surprised to miss him there, that she fell into a Swoon, and was Speechless for a while. At last having recovered herself, she thanked those Gentlemen who had taken this opportunity to be revenged of an Assront the Duke of Maine had given 'em at Play. Cliodora who seemed to be all Good Nature, was indeed a Snake hid under Flowers: She was now enraged to see herself disappointed in her Revenge, and rushing with fury upon the Woman that had conducted the Duke into the Parlour: Traitress, (cried she) laying hold of her Neck, thou hast betrayed 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 Marquis came in with Sword in his Hand, thinking that there were Thiefs in his House. But how surprised was he to see his Wife with dishevelled 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 Marquis 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 concerned, enquired so nicely into all his Wife's Intrigues, that being fully convinced of her Treachery, he caused her to be put into so severe a Nunnery, that she had the very Hair of her Eyebrows shaved off.  
The Duke of Maine, who had underhand much contributed to the Marchioness' 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 Disciplined as well for her other Sins, as for this last Offence against the Duke, which would have cost her her Life, had he delivered 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 revenged. The Princess Illida, who had these Words reported to her, believed they were spoken upon her Account, because some Days before she had shown a little Discontent at a Present which the Duke of Maine made before her to Madamoiselle de Bourbon, whom he always looked upon as his future Spouse.  
All these little Quarrels being over, the Duke resolved 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 Campaign, in which he bent all his Thoughts upon Honour and Glory, seldom or never remembering his Mistresses. Being returned home, he paid his ordinary Visits to the Princess Illida, who received him with Coldness and Indifference. This was enough to disengage the Duke of Maine, who cannot endure to be slighted; and from that very moment he resolved 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 rejoicings, that he declared 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 (replied the Duchess) 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  in Love. Madam, (returned 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. Sir, (replied the Duchess) 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, (replied the Duchess) I have it out of Plato's and Socrates' 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 looked 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 shown by the Stature and Habit of his Body; and that your little or middlesized Men are generally ingenious. Hypocrates, (said the Prince of Conti, interrupting him) was of Opinion that all those who profess Physic, aught to be skilled 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 Lions, was so well acquainted with Physiognomy and Metoposcopy, that having one Day looked fixedly upon the Duke of Byron, he foretold him his satal End to a Hair. Passions (said the Duchess of Bourbon) are infallible Indications of one's Temper; as for Example, Sadness proceeds from Choler, and a brisk airy Humour from abundance of Blood. 'Tis no wonder then, (replied 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, (answered she smiling, for Aristotle tells us, that the Virtuoso's of his Time, were for the most part of a Melancholy Humour. True, Sister, (replied 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 Duchess of Bourbon with a malicious Coldness) I fancy he would not wrong you much, tho' you be so full of Mirth and Gaiety. Is it possible (said the Baroness Olida) for the Duke of Main to be Inconstant? That's a Frailty too much below the greatness of Mind of a Prince like him— I, Madam, Inconstant! (replied the Duke) Alas! when I Love, my love is solid, constant, and without bounds. That's true, (returned maliciously the Duchess of Bourbon) because 'tis a General Love: Besides, you love like a Master that must and will be obeyed. I confess, Madam, (replied 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 satisfy me. To what excessive height, dear Brother, you let your Passions go? (answered the Duchess:) Your Love is Rash, Wanton and Undiscreet. Princess, (cried the Duke of Maine) you must pardon those Excesses which slow from my very Nature. I cannot look upon a Handsome, Well-shaped 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 (replied the Duke of Maine smiling) I never met with any but Unkind, Ill-natured Mistresses, that have made me pine and languish. Do not dissemble, (returned 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 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.  
No Heart is proof against the Shafts of Love,  
When darted from my Mariana's Eyes.  
A very moving Style, I protest; (said the Duchess of Bourbon smiling) a Body must be no less Amorous than the Duke of Main 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, (replied the Duke) I should be made to be one in the List of Vulean, who marches at the Head of Cuckolds. Pshaw, (said the Duchess smiling) you would bear it patiently, since there are thousands to keep you in Countenance.  
The Duke of Maine fetched a Sigh, and looked 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 Moment's after he returned to the Company. The Ladies who saw him coming, went a little way to meet him, and taking him by the Arm, every one asked 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 considered 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 nettled 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:  
A Letter from the Baroness Olida, to the Duke of Maine.  
IT were but Justice, Ungrateful Prince, if you had as ill a Night as myself, after your scornful Indifference Yesterday in the Afternoon. Your Highness pretends an Esteem for my Person; and yet, perhaps, you never so much as think of me. Alas! if you will take the Pains to merit my Heart, it will certainly be yours; for I see my Capricious Stars will have it so. Yet do not mistake me: I should be glad to join with you in a sound and agreeable Friendship, seasoned with a thousand innocent and easy Pleasures; but as for Love, that's a troublesome uneasy Passion, that I always have avoided; and therefore if your Designs are bend that way, pray, withdraw your Forces, and look for a Heart that can suffer more than mine. You and I are well at home, and so let's stay where we are.  
It was now pretty late, when one of the Baroness' Women came in to tell her, that Madam Maintenon asked 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! (cried 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, (replied the Baroness,) there's no occasion for it; I only slept to day later than ordinary. You look very pensive, (returned Madam Maintenon) no doubt but somebody has entrusted you with a Business of Consequence, that keeps your Thoughts thus employed. Not at all, Madam, (answered the Baroness with a melancholy Air) when a body is in your Company, one may very well be excused from troubling one's head with the State. These Fatigues, Madam, (replied la Maintenon) ought to take up but little of our time, whilst the Affairs of one's Heart are much more considerable. Your Lady ship i● very pressing (replied the Baroness, smiling) to require a sincere Account of my most hidden Intentions. I own i●, Madam (answered la Maintenon) but withal I know myself discreet, and believe I am capable of keeping a Secret. Then, Madam, continued the Baroness) I have no Secret to disclose, and consequently can have no occasion for a Confident▪ Therefore, pray Madam, (continued she) let us discourse a little of your Affairs, and inquire 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 (replied la Maintenon, maliciously) that young Girl is every where but too much beloved: 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 replied in a negligent manner, That the matter was very indifferent to her; and therefore she should not give herself 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 wondrous noise at Court. Cannot Mademoiselle the Nantes (cried the Baroness interrupting her, being almost ready to burst with Jealousy) oppose this aspiring Beauty? I know not that (replied Madam Maintenon,) but I believe she has already got the Advantage to be pretty well assured of her Love● beforehand. For my part (quoth the Baroness in a scornful Tone) I should take but little pains to secure to myself such a ram●ling Spark as the Duke; he has Mistress' i● every corner: The Brown, Black, Fair, Bur●●, whatever they be, all have Charms enough 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 (replied la Maintenon) from a Prince whose only Business is his Diversion? I would have him (answered the Baroness) either resolve to be constant, or not pretend to love at all. Where can you expect to find such Lovers ? (answered 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, (replied the Baroness) for my part I shall wish to die a Maid: I am confident that's the surest way to be easy. Very well, Madam, (continued 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 (replied 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 Familiarity, forbidden me to come near him; but which had no better effect than to increase 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, (replied la Maintenon) to desire that most which we are strictest kept from, as likewise to reject and slight what we enjoy and have in our power. Whilst the Ladies were thus Moralising each other, one of Madam Maintenon's Pages came to acquaint her his Majesty required her Company immediately, which occasioned her forthwith to withdraw.  
The Baroness thus finding herself alone, reflected seriously upon all had been said to her; and after having strictly examined 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 expense 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 unsettled Prince has a thousand times sworn to me, that he was born to Love; and that wherever he once fixed his Affection, he was but too strictly engaged ever to enjoy any future Quiet. But (continued she) is there any likelihood of truth in his Words, when we may observe him oftener change his Mistresses than his ! Nevertheless, if but a little Jealousy could any ways have an Influence over his wand'ring Temper, or awake in him but the least remembrance of my Charms which he formerly professed an Esteem for, I would then make use of such occasion to obtain what I have always most ardently desired.  
These amorous Thoughts employed the Baroness till Night, when knowing that the Dauphin had prepared a magnificent Ball at Court, she hasted thither with all imaginable Splendour, accompanied only with an old Aunt, who tho' she was above sixty years of Age, yet nevertheless appeared that Night tricked 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 bleared over with a better Colour. This surprising old Coquette, who retains still some taste of Gaiety, loves to be told that such an accomplished 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 obliged 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 Jealousy, Replied, 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 glittered more like an Angel than Flesh and Blood, and who by her becoming Negligence, eclipsed all the laborious Endeavours of the most exercised Ladies.  
What a Torture must it needs be to the Baroness to see herself thus slighted! Nevertheless all she could do at present was to go away, feigning herself indisposed: But having once reached 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 fired with an Affront from a Prince I have always loved 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! (cried she, raving both in Verse and Prose,) be still my Sighs you have caused me but too much Grief already, and my Heart is but too sensible of the Scorn and Contempt of its Conqueror.  

To what end's this Impertinence,  
Since my Ungrateful serves me thus?  
Be dumb, my Sighs, no more commence  
Your Reign both vain and tyrannous.   
I believe, Madam, (observed one of her Cousins) you frequently exercise yourself with the Muses, and by the sprightlyness of your Genius, often augment the Beauties of Parnassus. 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 inspired. Alas! I know not what I do (Dear Cousin, replied 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 (cried the Young Lady) is there any thing more engaging than Human Society? You know not what you say, Dearest, (replied the Baroness) but go fetch me my Head-dress. 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 (cried the Baroness) thou art deceived; 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 (replied the Young Creature, sighing) that so fair a Mouth should be without Action, and so bright Eyes without Fire. Mariana (cried the Baroness) I think you will always continue a Buffoon. How can I help it, Madam, (replied the other) when it is wholly the effect of my Nature? I observe it, Dearest, (quoth the Baroness, having a mind to divert herself) But prithee entertain me a little with a description of Love, tho' I am no extraordinary Votary to his Divinity. Madam (replied 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 Business to scatter his Shafts throughout the whole Universe; Sceptres 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 chief levelled 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 accustomed to paint him blind. But how then could he perform such wonderful Conquests without Sight? Why that's easily answered: 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) persuaded, 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 confounds 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 banished from our Globe? All other Pleasures are but his Attendants, and Life without him would be no better than the extremest Torment.  
How wonderful are thy Notions Mariana? (cried the Baroness,) Thou revivest Flames in my Heart, that I once Thought extinguished. You abuse yourself Madam, (replied the Young Lady:) Love whilst you are Young; your Charms will never last always. Thou sayest 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, (replied Mariana;) I thought before that your Tongue still dissembled the Sentiments of your Heart. Away Fool, (cried 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, (replied 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 herself. You come my Lord Abbot (cried she,) in good time, Mariana was just entertaining me with Trifles, that she says a Woman can never engage in without concern. How, (replied 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, (replied the Abbot,) For it is the greatest comfort of our Lives. Hereupon the Baroness▪ being sensibly affected with the Abbot's Address, retired immediately into her Closet, and threw herself 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 (replied 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 prithee my Lord, (cried the Lad● interupting and taking him by the Hand, Tell me if your Misfortune should proceed so far as to occasion a Woman of some Quality to Confess she Loved you; What would you do I pray? Would you immediately hang yourself in her Garters? Is it possibl● Madam, (replied 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 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 Advanced 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 extremest 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 effaced. 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 talked to him Roundly about the matter when his Father the Duke briskly opposed 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 (replied the King) to some Germane 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 Beautiful Princess in Europe. I do not pretend Sir (replied the Duke) to dispute her Beauty with your Majesty, but her Birth only: Monsieur (continued 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 Natured, and none of the Wisest Princes in Europe, soon suffered himself to be over-persuaded by the King, insomuch that that very Night the Contract was signed between 'em with out the Dutchess' Privity, who afterwards coming to know it raved most Immoderately, and expressed 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 King's laudable Actions, who never yet had any other consideration than his William. Whilst the Duchess was thus Tormenting herself, the Marriage of her Son went on apace, and being atlength Finish▪ d, the Duchess of Chartres would needs pay her Duty to her Mother-in-law the Duchess of Orleans, Who received 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 Duchess be concerned at such a Compliment, nevertheless, some Days after telling it to her Husband, he comforted her extremely there upon and likewise endeavoued to extenuate his Mother's Conduct. But the Duke of Maine for his part, was to grievously affronted at the Duchess '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.  
Although his Highness the Duke of Maine was now Married, 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 piched upon her for his Mistress, this Lady was likewise Governess to Mademoiselle de Tours and de Nantes, his Highness' Sisters, as also to the Count of Tolouse his Brother; all which reasons were more than sufficient to engage the Superior of St. Cir to his side, who entertains in her Breast, even to this D●y, both his Pleasures and Disgusts. It was necessary for a Prince, so Gallant and Mysterious as his most Serene Highness, to have a Confident, Discreet and Intriguing as the Sage Maintenon. This Lady therefore perceiving how tenderly he Loved the Young Camilla, and that it was impossible for her to disengage him, after having endeavoured by a great many Arguments to convince him of his Conjugal Tie, at length resolved to afford him secretly the sight of this charming Creature. Hereupon St. Cir was destined for the Rendezvous where he afterwards often Surfeited upon inconceivable Delights. One Day, as he was at Dinner with his Duchess, the Freak took him all of a sudden to go to St. Cir; whereupon this Princess asked him seriously what Pleasure he could find in that place? Ah! Madam (replied the Prince) the charms I there meet with are a ravishing Innocence and a most intrancing Tranquillity, insomuch that I cannot forbear approving the Situation of that House, which is much more fine and Singular than 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 placed under the conduct of a Person of eminent Virtue; so that this noble Retreat may very well be termed an agreeable Amusement. But (replied the Duchess having some reason to distrust from his Earnestness) Prince will 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 (answered the Duke) can you suspect me of so base an Action? Loving you so tenderly as I do, (replied the Duchess) I do not suspect, However cannot but— Ah! Madam (cried out the Duke Embracing her) can you then believe me capable of salsifying my Faith to you? Not altogether, (replied the Duchess) 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, (answered the Prince coldly.) No matter (cried the Duchess, 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 Duchess gone, made use of this Opportunity, and immediately Posted away to St. Cir, where being arrived, he presently enquired for the Lady Governess, and was soon conveyed 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 Domestic Affairs, and 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 Commonwealth. Your Highness (replied the Governess, with a Modest and Pious Air,) is always pleased to regale me with an account of my Defects. Say rather your Virtue's Madam, (answered 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, (replied the sage Maintenon) to prevent ill is as great a Virtue as to Redress it, and in that I shall endeavour to exercise myself, where I am not capable of greater Archeiuments; 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● Loved 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 Lady's cipher on the top of her Cabinet, (he cried out sighing) God Is there any thing more Engaging good and better Fancied? But (continued he) would it not be much more agreeable if my Name were added to it. Sir, (replied Camilla smiling) if your Highness' pleasure had been known before, we would have seen what might have been done. Oh! Divinest Creature, (cried 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, (answered the bright Creature a little fearfully.) How (replied 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 Encouragement, and therefore Dearest permit me but to make use of this happy Opportunity, to inform thee of the Conquest thou hast gained over my Heart, and I shall then reach the very utmost heights of all Happiness. Camilla being no great Talker, was easily silenced at this Narration, and the Prince at the same time flattered himself with not being altogether Repulsed. Do not wonder, Dearest of Cha●mers, (continued he striving to Kiss her) if I ravish a blessing from those lovely Lips, for I am all on Fire when I but see thee, and when I do not, the bare Memory of thee furnishes me with but too severe Proofs of thy Absence. My Prince (replied 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 (replied 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 Expense 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 (replied 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, (replied Camalla briskly,) You might not have been so happy as you imagine. Why so lovely Charmer, (cried the Duke with a Melancholy Air,) for pity's sake give me your Reason. My Lord, (replied 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, (answered the Duke) it may be some kind Planet may move in my Favour, and one time or other make you more Reasonable. Your Highness is a little too Vain in my Opinion, (cried the fair Camilla smiling) But which does not altogether unbecome a Person of your Quality. Nevertheless, when you shall be no longer locked up in Hymen's Fetters, (continued she pleasantly,) it may be I may be better advised from my Heart. How endearing are these Expressions Madam, (replied 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 Uneasy, Melancholy, and as it were buried in excess of Thought. What would you have me to say charming Creature (replied the Duke, waking as it were out of a Trance,) you will not own you Love. Who told you so, (replied Camilla ready to Laugh. Yourself Fair Inhuman, (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, (cried Camilla,) Are Men ever killed without Arms or Blows? Sure then they must be like ●●ies that are caught Flying and Stifled with a squeeze. No lovely Fair one, (replied the Duke,) the Wounds that Murder us proceed from your Eyes, and it is impossible but that every Man that sees you should die at your Feet. I never knew a Gentleman yet die with Love, (answered 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 relish Pleasure would be much more to my liking. That might well be Madam, (replied 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 Drowsy, 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 (cried 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 Frenzies, and we may now despair without danger either of a Dagger or a Halter. Times are extremely mended indeed Madam, (answered the Duke,) the methods of Loving in our Times (it must be Confessed) are much more agreeable; for now, if we cannot soften an Heart by Sighs we endeavour only to do it by Tears and not by violent Remedies. Camilla finding herself moved by the Duke's Conversation, which has frequently approved itself dangerous to those he really Loved, 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 Shipwreck 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 inclined to favour the Prince's Amours, said not one Word to her, nor seemed in the least to take notice of what had passed, but as a kind Indulgent she-Friend, presently turned 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 entertained 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 showed him several Heroes, amongst which was the Grand Lovis, with Mars supporting his Arm, and Victory presenting her Laurels. Here is the Representation of a Man, (observed the Duke,) whose Memory will be as lasting as his Actions are daring. 'Tis certain (replied the Governess) that his Noble and Heroic Achievements shall out live Time, and future Ages will be sufficiently employed, but to do Justice to his Merit: His Majesty has so refined 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 (continued she) can be equalled to our mighty Monarch! If he makes Laws he Obeys 'em, and Reforms Libertines barely by his unblemished 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 King's Atchivement, Madam, (replied the Duke) are equally Illustrious and Admirable, and which (I do not question) will far 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 Superior of St. Cir, and hasted home 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, (replied the Duke merrily) I could not possibly get from her sooner. I have known many a true Word spoke in Jest (answered the Duchess.) 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 Seraglio. hereupon the Duke blushed and said nothing; which was sufficient reason for the jealous Duchess 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 harkened to ' him yet more and more favourably. For a Week and above the Duke spoke not one Word to his Duchess, his fullenness being upon this occasion without Parallel, where upon she thought it but reasonable to complain to her Father the Prince of Conde, who promised 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 Error in ashort time. Madam, replied 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 satisfy you in as yet (answered the Duchess) but I have reason to suspect Madam Maintenon to be the Cause; she never yet wanted Fuel to feed a Volatile Flame: She has under her Tuition where withal to occasion Jealousys enough besides I could never fancy that foundation to be so very free from Vice as is commonly imagined. O Heavens! (Exclaimed 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 Virtue! Ah Sir, (replied the Duchess) 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 Hypocrisy; 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 disposed to Intrigue elsewhere, it might be reasonably Conjectured she would not give him leave. Madam, (answered 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? (replied the Duchess) 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 endeavoured to calm his Daughter's Afflictions, left her no less indisposed; so that being willing to be farther satisfied, 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 (answered 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 received, 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, (replied the Duke) 'tis Mademoiselle the—. Oh! (quoth the Prince) I know her Family; is she then so handsome? Yes, (replied the Duke) more Beautiful than an Angel, and no less charming than a Cherubin. I have heard say, (answered the Prince cunningly,) that she is engaged to a Young Duke about Court. True Sir, (replied 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, (replied the Duke) I know no more; Perhaps it may not be True. I believe it is not, (answered the Prince,) nevertheless I'll go and make a visit to the Superior of St. Cir; Perhaps I may see this Mademoiselle de— whose Father I was so intimately acquainted with, and who approved himself so true and Faithful a Friend to me upon many Accounts.  
The Prince of Conde, being arrived 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 named 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 Highness' request, caused Camilla forthwith to appear before him; who soon made good the Character the Duke of Bourbon had given of her, and which Occasioned the Prince to Address himself to her after this manner; Madam, (quoth he) Fame, the common Flatterer, has approved herself very much your Enemy, for tho' she has published a surprising Account of your extraordinary Qualities, yet by the sight of you, we find you a thousand times more deserving. Camilla answered his Highness' 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 myself were but to see her often, she would infallibly force me under the like Miscarriage. I remember I have read somewhere in the History of France, That one of our Kings fell so desperately in Love with his Son's Mistress, that what he Condemned before in him, he afterwards approved of himself, and from his Father soon became his Rival. I should not think it proper to let the Duchess know any thing of this, (quoth the Duke of Bourbon) Alas! (replied the Prince,) she poor Woman knows but too much already; her Husband's 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, (replied the Prince,) but the Case is a little dangerous; however, be you sure for your part to keep your Wife from the Knowledge of it, for fear she should out with all to the Duchess of Maine, and in the mean time perhaps the Duke may weary himself out with Sighing in vain at his Beauty's Feet, who seemed to me not to be a little Haughty; nevertheless so favourable a beginning of an Amour does not promise any probable satisfaction to the Duchess 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 Husband's Extravagancies barely by their Patience and Ingenuity.  
The Prince of Conde was Reasoning after this manner when the Duchess of Maine came in, whereupon the Duchess of Bourbon was immediately sent for to entertain her Highness at Play. Afterwards several other great Persons coming in, and a Magnificent Banquet being served up, they fell to Discourse at Table of the several Passions that preside in the Heart of Man. Alas! (cried the Duchess 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 banished from the World, with all the other numerous Sins, that both Dishonour the Church, and Injure one's 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, (answered the Duchess) let us then follow the Morality of the Court, and Surfeit upon Politics 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, (replied 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, fancied mien, and Coquettish Behaviour were altogether opposite to the Gospel likewise. Don't be so severe upon our Sex, my Lord, (replied the Duchess) 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 Duchess made all the Company laugh, being Calculated on purpose for her Husband, who was just then entering the Room, and which gave 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 Dined before.  
This thought of the Dukes made every body Laugh likewise, and all thereupon were of Opinion that there were false Morals in the World, as also of different kinds. don't ye know (continued the Duke) that those Thiefs 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 Fancy: I likewise am resolved to have one of my Choosing, and intent Faithfully to obey the Dictates it Inspires. You have had one a good while, my Lord (replied the Duchess) which has filled 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 rooted out of my mind. What a malicious Creature art 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 (replied the Duke angrily) If I had but thought I should ever have been a slave to a Woman I would never have been Married; 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! (cried 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, placed themselves in a green Arbour, which might better be called a little Isle being surrounded by a small Stream which fell thence into a green turfed Basin; causing an agreeable Murmur, but which nevertheless did not interupt the Conversation a whit Every body except the Duchess of Maine was affected with this pleasant Retirement, but she Melancholy, and Heavy, soon returned 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 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 Grandfather the deceased Prince of Conde, who had a most distinguishing Head, and could foresee things at the greatest distance, I had never consented to this Marriage, 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 required. If any body blame your choice whose fault is it? Your illustrious Spouse perhaps pleased you without knowing whether the esteem your professed 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 sayest true my dear Marchioness (replied the Duchess) I did not examine far enough into the Duke's Temper before I suffered myself 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, (answered the Confident) these are the ordinary 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 showed 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 show 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, (replied the Duchess,) that Marriage seems to me a Rock designed 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 extreme Folly. True Madam, (answered 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 (replied the Duchess Mournfully) were admirable, for those that could Practise 'em; but on 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, (replied the Lady,) done't your Highness know which is the best Path to follow in this Labyrinth; you should never suffer yourself to be Guided by Passion, but altogether by Reason and Interest. But (answered the Duchess) What shall they then do that Love has the greatest Power over? Constraint you know, is an inexpressible Torment. I grant you that, (replied the Lady,) but where their Misfortune is so great as to favour a Man before they have married 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 Overheard (continued he) part of your Conversation. I cant tell that Sir, (replied the Lady Smiling) Men I grant you must be made alittle much of, otherwise they'll scon desert. Nevertheless (continued he) In case of Husbands, it must needs be a grievous Misfortune to an honest Man, to dote upon a Woman, whose flame is wholly Extinguished. But for my part, I declare myself an utter Enemy to Marriage; and my reason is because the last Mistress I had, played me false, when I afterwards observing in her Eyes, that she had a mind to come on again, I thanked her kindly for her Love, and sung her the following Words.  
Who ere can calm his Passion was True:  
An Heart that once could Love will always do.  
This is to treat Love like a Soldier; (quoth the Duchess 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 persuades me you still have more than ordinary kindness for your Mistress; And In ' of opinion those verses the Duke of Chartres sent a Lady, who pretended she could Love no longer; are very proper to be applied to your Case.  

How easy is a Flame renewed,  
Whose Snuff retains but too much Fire?  
So is a Lover's Heart subdued  
By the least Spark of a Desire.   
I am of the same Opinion Madam, (replied the Count) and have some times practised accordingly; but as to this Lady, I have determined to persist in my Resolutions, because she has often repeated the like Inconstancy. Love it must be granted, Sir, (replied the Duchess,) whether True or False, is not very easy to be withstood. Madam, (Interrupted her Friend, who had not yet offered 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 entered the Chamber, who after having taking due notice of the Company, clapped himself down upon a Squab Couch, and fell to Reading a small Novel, called 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 (replied the Duke bluntly, striking his Hand upon the Table,) nothing to me is so a greater Torment. The Duchess hereupon, cast down her Eyes and Answered 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 (exclaimed the unhappy Princess,) How 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 ailed? Do you then my Lord ask me that Question, (replied the Princess very sorrowfully) I have but too too sufficient Reason; sure whilst I have learned that you Love me no more, but have altogether bestowed 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 trifling 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 satisfied my dear Duke (cried the Duchess, 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 yourself of these unkind Suspicions, which are little suiting with your Temper and Quality. Alas (replied the Duchess sighing,) than I have been basely misinformed, for I have been told Dearest, that you Love Mademoiselle de— to Destruction, who 'tis reported is the greatest Beauty of all Madam Maintenon's Seraglio. The World than knows more than I my Dear, (answered the Duke) The Lady you speak of is indeed wonderfully Handsome, but the Access to her Heart is no less difficult, and besides if she were never so easy to Conquer a married Man as I am sure would sigh at her Feet but with a very ill Grace. There are some Coquetts in the World, (replied the Duchess) 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 Talon imaginable for such Addresses. The Duke laughed hearty at his Duchess' Compliment, and grasping her close to his Bosom, told her, she was a little Impertinent Gipsy, and took Pleasure in vexing him. But (continued 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 Duchess) for— must Persons only be believed, on their Oaths in this Case, Madam, (replied the Duke) I thought you had known me better than to distrust me. Ah Sir, (quoth the Duchess sighing) but that part of a Man is always most Subject to vary, therefore— whilst the Duchess was going on with her Reflections, a Servant of the Dukes interupted her, bringing his Lord a Letter. The Duchess at this being a little surprised, hastily caught it out of his Hand, but not being able to maintain her Conquest, she was soon forced 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.  
YOur Silence and Indifference (Prince) equally injure my Love, which is but too much in extreme. How can you have the Heart to cause her so much Torment, whom you have so often Sworn to Love all your Life long? The Hostages your Highness sent as a Pledge of your Faith impatiently wait their Return. But Alas! how long is your Promise in performing, which has so often Charmed me, but with its Memory, and which at present, gives me the greatest Delight? Alas! Why is so small a Favour refused me, after my frequent Protestations, that I Love you more than ever, and in spite of your Inconstancy, that your Company will be still dear to me. But Alas, to how little purpose is it to write to you after this manner, since you have no more pity left for your poor unfortunate Bridget. This is in the Mouth of every Body, which occasions me an acknowledging Blush: Ah Cruel Remembrance of my Infamous Action to comply with your Request Ages to come will Condemn my Ingratitude and Infidelity to my Husband for your sake, whilst I am assured of no better recompense than the Cruelest remorse of Conscience that ever was, though I must at the same time own is is some times Alleviated by my Love; however, Ungrateful Prince, when I think how you have rejected me as the very worst of Women, I cannot but disdain the unworthy Usage, so unbecoming a Person of your Character; nevertheless if you should ever think fit to be sorry for your past Omission; 'tis odds, but I could be so weak as to pardon you, and this to make good that Maxim which says, That whoever but once Loved well, can never, by any means, be brought to Hate.  
The Countess Bridget.  
The conclusion of this Letter pleased 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 bestowed their Hearts, can scarce ever afterwards be made to call 'em back. But your Misfortune (rejected Countess continued he) was not to have charmed 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 it was possible for me to have for you. Thus his Highness entertained himself some part of the Night, but assoon as Day peeped, he was engaged to mount on Horseback, to go a Hunting with some Lords, to all whom he showed the Countess 's Letter, after having torn off her Name. Are Ladies then used to bestow their Favours so Prodigally (quoth the Duke of Bourbon laughing) I know not who your Correspondent is, but nevertheless am sure her Style is none of the least Passionate. Oh! 'tis a Lovely Creature (replied 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 fit for his purpose (replied 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 Friend will never care to have to do with a Woman that has a Husband. I believe you may keep her to yourself my Lord, (continued he) 'tis plain she knows you or she would never have writ so kindly. Yes (answered 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 Husband's Days. It may be, (quoth the Count 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 (replied th● Duke of Maine) she is a very lovel● Creature, Young, Blithe, Bonny, and— one you would be glad of, with all you Heart. Having spoke these Words, he immediately set Spurs to his Horse, and galoped towards asolitary Wood, where entering, he instantly leaped off his Saddle upon a green Bank, and sung these Wor●  

Whilst I am cutting and Slashing Abroad,  
And courting deep Wounds from the fiery God  
You cry your concerned for the Hazards I ru●  
Yet when I return,  
Oh, Oh, how! how little you Burn:  
My Wounds you neglect, and my Love you do shu●   
The rest of his companions did t● like, every one complaining of the Cruel● of his Mistress, except the Duke of Chotres only, who affirmed 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? (replied 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● ●nd who ever does not follow it; will never succeed 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 likewise Secret, otherwise they might quickly Dethrone their little Emperor. O the ●rand Love-Politician! (cried the Duke of charters) He is a Prodigious Proficient in ●ese matters, and no doubt was never deceived but in Madam— who could not ●ove him because—. Why these Aenigma's ●y Lord (replied 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 want 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 prevailed with them to return to Paris, where ●e Duke of Maine was no sooner arrived, but ●e immediately posted away to St. Cir; and ●aving found out his Charmer Camilla in ●e of the Grotts reading a Romance, he accosted her after this manner. What dost ●on do here my Heavenly Hermit? (quoth ●e) can solitude so well suit with thy ●vely Temper? I was reading Sir, (replied ●amilla rising from her Place) of two of caesars Wives, one whereof was Cornelia, whom he valued so, as to make her funeral Oration himself, and the other one whom he fancied 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 Cloth than an● others, as also that a wife of Caesar's must never be suspected tho' guiltless. What (quoth the Duke) could Caesar part● with his Wife without being well assured of her Crime? It may be she was Innocent▪ It may be so too, (replied Camilla) but I find (continued 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, (replied 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 loved so truly 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● it's once Metamorphosed Brethren; or el● run wand'ring all over the World, and wa● itself to a Pigmy with its Fatigue. Yo● Love after this rate will be a Vagabond 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, (continued he with one Knee upon the Ground) you may well think one Day to answer for all these Homicides. Who I, (replied 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 yourself Prince, (replied Camilla merrily) I have ●othing wherewithal to Wound you. Ah good God (continued he growing Pale,) ●o not force me to explain myself farther: ●hich Word he had sca●fe uttered, before ●e fell flat in a Swoon at her Feet; who nevertheless could no● forbear smiling a●l the ●hile at his Amorous Enthusiasm. What, i● it after this rate Cruel and Pitiless, (cried t●e Duke, coming a little to himself) that you treat your sincerest Admirer! Can you s●e me die thus Prostrate without remorse? Ah! Cruelty without Parallel! Must I then e●pire without the least hopes of Comfort? your coldness and indifference will not a ●hit abate my Passion; that but increases ●o fiercely every Day, and I must, without your Pity, infallibly Sacrifice my Life, a miserable Spectacle, to your Incredulity. O Heavens! (replied 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 listened in most attentive manner to his kind Physician, when Madam Maintenon came in all of a sudden and surprised '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● Charms in it. Madam, (answered 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 than choiest Jewels. But those from our fair Camilla Mouth, (quoth the Governess) I presume would be much mo●e acceptable to yo●● Highness. The Fair always add a grace 〈◊〉 the Words they speak, especially in Love Eyes. But I have not that good Fourt●●● Madam, (replied the Duke) with this 〈◊〉 Lady: She looks upon me sure as one of 〈◊〉 worst of Enemies, and treats me with Indifference and Coldness accordingly. Perhaps that's but your Fancy my Lo●● (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 assured, she is more than ordinarily sensible of your Highness' Merit and good Qualities. Blessed Saints! (exclaimed 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, (replied this Lady) that the fair are any ways incapable of that Passion? if you do, you are much deceived, for I can assure you they are oftentimes more easily wrought upon than the Homely and Deformed Afford me but a Proof of this, Dear Camilla: (replied the Duke in a wondrous Ecstasy,) 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 obliged to Madam Maintenon, who takes so great notice of my Sufferings. Yes, (replied 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 Shipwreck. There is a certain Rock she may meet with in the way, that has baffled many a good Pilot. And what is that 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, (replied the Governess) but—. Ah Madam, (continued the Prince) but how shall we do to cool ourselves of—. Your Passion, (quoth Madam Maintenon laughing) even Sigh often, and Breath strong, and so refresh yourselves. Ah but Madam, (replied the Prince) would Sighing prevent— your being blown up by your Passion? Yes yes, I warrant, (replied the Lady, being unwilling to let his Highness explain himself any farther upon that Subject.) But Sir pray what News from Court? None Madam that I know of, (replied the Duke) except that the Duchess of Portail has lately fatted a Young Fellow to distil him in a Limbeck, to make your young again. Are you in earnest my Lord, (answer▪ d Madam Maintenon) Is that old Dauber quite bereft of her Senses? Sure she well deserves the name of the fair French Antiquity. 'Tis certain Madam, (replied the Duke) she works at it with the extremest Diligence; she loses no time. Why this Action of her● is Abominable (quoth Madam Maintenon, she ought to be complained of to our Reverend Fathers the Jesuits. Alas (continued she making a sign of the Cross,) for so frail a thing as outward Appearance, that Women should be so Devilish as to damn themselves! 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 lived formerly with her, but now with us, told me, that in Summer time her Footmen were used to refresh her with a great Taffata Fan as large as a Mizzen Sail, and which she was wont to say, was the greatest Cooler imaginable, no more for pity's 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, (replied the Duke) the young Lady told 'em me very seriously for Truth, and I am apt to believe they are so. This last whimsy (cried Camilla) is at this Day practised 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, (cried the Governess) I protest the very thoughts of her makes me Sick. Why Madam, (quoth the Duke) your Ladyship asked 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, (cried the fair Camilla Maliciously) such Ridiculous Fancies ought to entertain the World at a cheap rate. Madam, (replied 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 dropped down dead of an Apoplexy. Impossible is it to imagine, what stifling Grief this Fair young Lady immediately conceived upon this relation; Nay, in the Duke's presence, who promised her one a thousand times more beautiful. Alas! (exclaimed she Sighing deeply) Adonis, (so was her Dog's name) was incomparable. Madam. (quoth the D.) I can easily Redress your loss. Impossible, (cried Camilla sobbing) he was a Dog that excelled 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, (replied 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 Duchess without her Knowledge, but which nevertheless was very difficult for him to do, she making frequent Reviews of her little Dogs, many of which she loved equal with herself; notwithstanding Polidor was in a short time obtained by a Stratagem; the Duchess little fuspecting her Duke for a Shop-lifter. His Highness soon after Dinner hasted away to his loved 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 herself Obliged to accept what his Highness had took so much pains for, she began to dry up her Tears, and make some show 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  to succeed in their Intentions. This you should not say Madam, (answered 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, (replied 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 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, (continued she) that whenever she is left alone with her Lover, presently cries out Thiefs! Thiefs! being certain that he comes to steal something. Alas! replied the Prince, 'tis only her Heart he has a design upon, and that commonly 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 herself with Laughter at the comical Figure. Would you then most cruel! (replied 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 Grief for its Comfort, and Dispair for its Encouragement. Well, Heaven be praised (quoth Camilla interrupting him) your Highness is not like to Die of that distemper: What would be your Fate if—. My Fate Madam (replied 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 Loved. No, Charming Innocence, (replied the Duke) I shall never Love any like yourself; 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 myself more then ordinarily Happy. This Philosopher's Stone, My Lord (quoth Camilla) is a Chimaera, and in my Opinion, the best way to find it were to cease looking after it. But this Precious 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 Expense. 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 worse than for you, fair Inconstancy: (replied 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 (replied Camilla with a haughty Tone, repulsing him with some earnestness) can your Lordship think I will be guilty of any such Baseness? No, all the Riches in the World, could never extort but the least Compliance from me. To this the Duke replied very respectfully, and was not a little disappointed, to meet with so surprising Qualities, and worthy even of a Queen. After a little farther Trial he left her to herself, retiring into a Neighbouring Solitude where he intended to make a few Reflections upon her Conduct.  
Her Generosity (gins he) does not at all favour my design; these Women of nice Honour are the worst in the World to deal with; Nevertheless (continued his Highness) she was once kind to me, but Alas! How little did that happy moment last; since her Virtue soon summoned her Modesty to her relief, and the Passion she before professed for me, soon Vanished and Ceased.  
Whilst the Duke was thus wandering through the Forest, he unexpectedly met his old Friend the Marquis 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 Mournful Tone, began thus with the Marquis. I believe my Lord (quoth he) one Wind blew us both hither to Expostulate with our Discontents. O, (replied the Marquis) but I presume nevertheless, our case is far different, for where Hymen forbids your Highness any strict Ingagment, Me he baffles, tho' I am willing to list under his Standard. Ah! Dear Fellow-Sufferer, (continued 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 guests at the Person you so Affect, (replied the Marquis Smiling) but nevertheless I would advise your Highness not to set your Heart too much upon her, since you are already so comfortably disposed of. Ala's! 'tis not in my power to forbear; Dear Marquis, (answered 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 Engagements to die at her Feet. The Marquis hereupon fling himself into the Duke's Embraces, and begged of him to know who this Charming Beauty was: Which secret, the good natured Prince, but too soon disclosed 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 attacked by the afforesaid Marquis, who was the Wittiest and most Accomplished her utmost Wishes could expect, as likewise 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 approved yourself my Friend, are now no more so, but a dangerous Rival, as likewise the most Cruel of all my Enemies. Ah my Lord, (replied he catching him by the Hand) so far am I from being your Highness' Enemy, that I am unavoidably become my own, in not being able to resist the Charms of that Beautiful Creature you Love: I have used 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 Marquis, otherwise you may be but too sensible of your Treachery, For— what will you then pretend to do Prince, (replied the Marquis 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 disengage myself, 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, (continued he, putting his Hand to his Sword) I fear this Casuist must at last be the Decider of our difference. When you please my Lord, (replied the Marquis) I do not wear a Sword to any better purpose than to Defend myself. Then I find (continued 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 determined. Here Marquis (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 Pellmell, when having exchanged several passes, by chance two Fathers, la Chaise and Bourdalou happened to come by, who seeing two young Lords Attack each other so vigorously, immediately interposed with their utmost diligence, to prevent any farther mischief, and after Preached 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 Duchess' Ear; therefore suffered his Hand to be given to the Marquis, 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 Cloisters, 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 Marquis, who likewise bore him no less Illwill; insomuch that when ever they were like to meet in the Streets, the one endeavoured 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 Marquis. One Day as the Marquis 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 suddenly interupted him, ask seriously why he thought so? Why I think so? Madam, (answered he) why I am convinced 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 yourself. It is my desire to make your Fortune, when I am confident the Duke intends nothing but to ruin it. I understand you Sir, (replied 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 Body's esteem. Ah! 'tis this your esteem Madam, (cried out the Marquis) 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 yourself I find Sir, (replied 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, (replied the Marquis in a Love-Fit) you are pleased to agree with me in my Assertion; But however, prithee 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, (continued she) and perhaps may never.  
Whilst they were thus debating the Duke of Maine entered bluntly the Room; where upon the Marquis immediately decamped, leaving the Field of Battle to his Highness, who like an experienced General in Love's Wars, began instantly to Muster all his Troops of Sighs, Complaints and Languish, 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, cruelest of your Sex, put and end to my Grief? I suffer more on your Account then the very damned 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 gained any considerable conquest, for these terms of Damned, Miserable, Wretched and a Slave, savour more of a Romance than Reality. But Madam, (replied the Duke) for the most part your Sex are not to be wrought upon unless a Man give himself to the Devil for security. Good! you are pleased to rally I find My Lord: (quoth Camilla,) But does your Highness seriouly believe that we Woman doubt know when we are truly beloved, when nothing is so easy to discover by a Man's Actions? I cant tell that Incomparable Charmer, (replied the Duke, darting her a favourable Look) But I know you have not yet been pleased to discover mine. I am sure (continued he sighing) 'tis not 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? (answered 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● (replied 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 Hieroglyphics. Here on this very Spot, bright Angel, (replied the Duke) here you may instantly see me buried, and this is what I would have carved on my Tomb. Here Lies the most Unfortunate of Lovers, who expired 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 wrapped up in such Terms, and to have these effects: Expired at the Feet of the Cruel, etc. Ha! Ha! (continued she laughing) why, did your Lordship ever hear of any one that really died for Love? Certainly if there were any such, he ought to be extremely prized, 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, (replied 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 employed sure to hover his Wings over so many Beauties: For my part I should think one or two sufficient to keep a Man considerably in play. Take then two for your share, (replied Camilla smiling) and moreover choose her you like. How! may I take any notice of your Words, Madam, (continued the Duke singing, as follows,)  

Youthful Iris Swore to Love me;  
But why did youthful Iris Swear?  
Not that she meant e'er to approve me,  
But show how Fickle Women are.   
And Men I dare assure your Highness, (replied Camilla) are yet more Fickle, for they change with the Wind and Sail with the Tide. A Fever, Green sickness, Smallpox, or some lesser Evil, makes them quit their Mistress' Incontinently, and if you but ask 'em the Reason of their so sudden alteration, they'll tell you, that if she could but have continued her Charms, they would never have varied their Love, so that we find Gentlemen, how extremely our Sex is obliged 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 yourselves 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 Constitution would frighten him, and he would be forced to return to Spain or Italy, from whence he came. Is Love then a Spaniard or Italian, Sir, (quoth Camilla, feigning Ignorance.) Yes Madam, (replied the Prince) he had his Birth, and is always best supplied in hot Countries.  
But have a care (Exclaimed he) I am almost gone already. What a Dart have you just now shot into my Heart! Your Imagination wounded you only, (replied Camilla Laughing) And you may be termed Embevecido, that is, drunk with Love, for your Highness' Passion is wrought so very High, that I can't fancy you any ways in your Wits, and therefore, this Spanish Word may very properly be applied to your Condition. Call me what you Please Madam, (replied 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 Chancellor 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 Mistress 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 suchlike endearing Expressions: But nevertheless, I cannot promise myself 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? (replied she with a tender Air) Matters do not move so much sure to your Disencouragement, and particularly— what then (cried out the Duke, transported) most Adorable Creature,  thou then give me but the least glimpse of farther Hopes? What welcome News to my Lovesick Soul! Permit me a little to embrace thee, as an Acknowledgement of the Pleasure, I have conceived upon this extraordinary Juncture. Camilla, who was naturally good humoured, 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 extremely civil, yet she could not but Blush often in his Arms, which might very well have inflamed his Highness to some farther Attempt, had not the superior of St. Cir, sent one of her Ladies to see what Camilla was doing.  
This Sister Hyppolita reported to Madam Maintenon, that Camilla was engaged at haughty tawty with the Duke of Maine, and moreover, that she observed her  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 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 wonderful 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, answered the Governess smiling) that you had towzed 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 Waggeries, providing that— you understand me. I do Madam, (replied the Duke laughing) but I'll Assure you there has been no such thing intended here. Your basely mistrusted however My Lord, (answered the Governess) for our good Sister Hyppolita told me quite another story. It may be so, (quoth the Duke) But can you think Madan (continued his Highness) that this good Sister would not suffer herself to be rumpled sometimes as well as another? No certainly; (replied Madam Maintenon) for the Nuns of St. Lewis renounce the Pleasures of Love by their Vows. Good, (replied the Duke of Maine laughing) but done't your Superiourship know the Flesh may sometimes 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 observed Sister Angel send her Eyes abroad a Piqueering, through 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 Majesties 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 caused Camilla to Vanish likewise, and continued only with her Monarch herself. The Duke returning home, was immediately asked coldly by his Wise, whence he came, and where he had been. I have been walking Madam (replied he) in Vincennes Grove where I met abundance of Company, this fair Day. Was your Mistress there too Sir? (quoth the Duchess smiling) I have been to●d you were seen pretty near her not long since. My Mistress! who is that I pray Madam, (replied the Duke) for I find you know more of her than I do. Is it possible than you can forget (contined the Duchess) 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, (replied 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 dust, Do I? He had no sooner said these Words, but he immediately fling out of the Room, leaving his most unhappy Duchess 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 advsed her like a wise Prince, to make no great noise about the Matter, and perhaps her Lord might be reclaimed. But nevertheless, we see he is not like to be so, nor perhaps ever will for any continuance.  
At length the Duchess perceiving she could gain nothing upon her Husband by Reproaching him for his Amours, gave him his full swing to do as he pleased, whereupon his Highness became more and more indifferent for Camilla every Day; which this fair Creature perceiving, immediately resolved to marry the Marquis Verveille. My Lord Duke was so far from opposing it, that the Marquis being his intimate Friend, he thought fit to join their Hands which was the Cause even of Transport to his Duchess, who by these means thought herself delivered 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 Charms 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 refused. All this while his Duchess was calm; nevertheless, some few Years after, she sufficiently revenged herself by engaging in a strict league with the Count of— with whom she afterwards spent many agreeable Moment's, and at last became wholly insensible of her Spouses Cruelty.  
Thus have I revenged my wrongs, (said she one Day to her Confident.) 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 merely forced me upon what I would otherwise never have attempted. Do you Repent then Madam, (replied her Friend?) No dearest, (answered the Duchess) 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 loved 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 lose much of the delight that Charmed us at first. Time will show that, (replied the Duchess) 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, (answered the Confident) that love in a hot Country to—. You understand me. Very well (replied the Duchess smiling.) And what was wanting in me (continued 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, (replied the Duchess) 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 may leave a Limb behind him before he gets free. Oh Madam, (quoth the Confident) All Men in general are Rebels, mere 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 outsides continually, like a Camoelion, for one face seldom long engages the same Heart. Well; (quoth the Duchess 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 than this Abstinence, and we may be beloved and adored as long as we please; we must allow 'em an easy Access to our Hearts, and that will make 'em go forward with the greater Encouragement, and Shame to return without effecting their enterprise, will undoubtedly keep 'em from going back.  
These Ladies thus entertained each other, till a certain Visit interrupted their Conversation. But let us return to the Duke of Maine, who by this time perceived his Duchess with Child, and which occasioned him so much Joy, that his Highness immediately quitted all his Amours, and kept altogether to his own, who was overjoyed to perceive it, and with which, the King likewise was no less satisfied, and 'tis hoped moreover that the Prince of Dumb now Born, may be a means for the future, that they may live happily together. I could have reckoned up many more Passages relating to this Prince's Life and Conversation; but for several Reasons, have thought sit to reserve 'em to another Opportunity, when I promise to oblige the Public more at large: Till then, Adieu.  
FINIS.