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C I L B L A S. 117
imagine that they can change you in rny eyes ?
Don’t flatter yourfelf with fuch a vain hope.
While you are fuch as I behold you, or'while my
.view is facinated by the charm, I cannot ceafe’jo)
love you.”. u Well then, (faid (he) fince you are
fo obftinate as to perfill in the refolution of fa-
itjguing me with your addreffes, my houfe (halijie
no longer open to you. 1 forbid you upborne hear
it, and defire to fee you no more.’'<
< You will, perhaps, believe after this, that Don
iyalerio, difconcerted at what he had heard, made
an honourable retreat. On the contrary, he became
ftill more importunate Love produces the fame
effebt in its votaries, as wine does in'drunkards.
The cavalier begged, fighed, and making a fud-
den tranfition'from intreaties to rage,’ attempted
to enjoy-by force, what he could not otheryvife
obtain. But the lady refilling with courage^ cried,
with an air of indignation, “ Hold ! ra(h wretch |
I will foon bridle your impious ardour. Know
that Y<?u are my fon.” Don Valerio was con¬
founded at thefe word,, which fufpended the vio¬
lence of his pafiiop. But imagining that Inefill^
fjpoke thus only to be rid of his felicitations, he
anfwered, “ You have invented that,fable to e-
lude my defires.” “ No, no, ffaid (he, inter,,
lupting him) 1 reveal a myftery, which 1 fhoul'd
always have concealed, bad not you, reduced me
to the neceffity of difclofing it. Six and tvy^htd
years ago, I was in love with Don Pedro de Luna,
your father,-who .was. then governor of Segovia,
jnd you became the fruit; of q^r mutual pafiion.
He owned you for his fon, gave you, good educa .
tion ; and although he.Uqd not been without othey
Children, your good, qualities, jvould have deted-
joined. him.to.J/save you a foctune. I, f.r' my
Isyon. III. "M"‘ pari.