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 my paion, which, like an hungry wolf, became till more ravenous, the les nourihment it found. The ecret flame conumed the marrow in my bones, my cheeks grew pale, my kin hrunk and hrivelled, my pace faultered, my knees hook like a reed bent to and fro by the wind. In this melancholy ituation I was till in want of a truty friend, into whoe dicreet boom I could pour forth my griefs, and who at leat could raie my drooping pirits by the cordial of hope.

As I lay ill at my inn, and had given up all hopes of life, the prince charged his body phyician, Theophratus, with the care of my health. As he approached I held out my hand, expecting he would feel my pule, but he only hook it with a friendly mile, without troubling himelf about the irritability of my nerves, and aid, Do not uppoe, noble knight, that I am come to attempt your recovery by balams and electuaries; your