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                                       7 was his then kind, tho' before cruel mis- tress, decked with all the tempting dresser art could produce: Her face looked like alabaster; a tower upon her head to con- quer her lovers; nay, her smiles seemed as if they would have overcome her great- est enemies. In this dress she 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 she broke silence, and gave him this cour- teous 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 en- trance with such inviting expressions, im- agined what she would be at; so taking her by the hand, desired her to be his pilot into some haven of felicity. She readily yielded to his request, and conducted him up stairs into a chamber. After he had entered the chamber, he complimented