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7 his then kind, though before cruel miſtreſs, decked with all the tempting dreſses art could produce: Her face looked like alabaſter: a tower upon her head to conquer her lovers: nay, her ſmiles ſeemed as if they would have overcome her greateſt enemies.

In this dreſs the beholding his beautiful looks, which were ſcarcely to be equalled by any, thought him to be ſome high-born perſon, and herſelf very happy, though only to admire him. At length the broke silence and gave him this courteous ſalutation : Much honoured sir, your looks do preſage you are of ſome noble extraction: your majeſtic preſence forceth my tongue to expreſs what my heart thinks: Yet I hope, noble sir, I ſhall not preſume in ſo high a nature, but that you ſhall forgive. I ſhall think myſelf happy to be recorded among the number of your ſervants.

He hearing her ſalute him at his entrance with ſuch inviting expreſsions, imagined what ſhe would be at; ſo taking her by the band desired her to be his pilot lot of into ſome havn of felicity. She readily yielded to his rcquet and conducted hm up ſtairs into a chember, he complimented