Chapter 20

_Constantia_ brought into the World, the first Year after her Marriage, a Son, who was called _Don Louis_: but it scarce saw the Light, and dy'd almost as soon as born. The loss of this little Prince sensibly touched her, but the Coldness she observ'd in the Prince her Husband, went yet nearer her Heart; for she had given her self absolutely up to her Duty, and had made her Tenderness for him her only Concern: But puissant Glory, which ty'd her so entirely to the Interest of the Prince of _Portugal_, open'd her Eyes upon his Actions, where she observ'd nothing in his Caresses and Civilities that was natural, or could satisfy her delicate Heart.

At first she fancy'd her self deceiv'd, but time having confirmed her in what she fear'd, she sighed in secret; yet had that Consideration for the Prince, as not to let him see her Disorder: and which nevertheless she could not conceal from _Agnes de Castro_, who lived with her, rather as a Companion, than a Maid of Honour, and whom her Friendship made her infinitely distinguish from the rest.

This Maid, so dear to the Princess, very well merited the Preference her Mistress gave her; she was beautiful to excess, wise, discreet, witty, and had more Tenderness for _Constantia_ than she had for her self, having quitted her Family, which was illustrious, to give her self wholly to the Service of the Princess, and to follow her into _Portugal_. It was into the Bosom of this Maid, that the Princess unladed her first Moans; and the charming _Agnes_ forgot nothing that might give ease to her afflicted Heart.

Nor was _Constantia_ the only Person who complained of _Don Pedro_: Before his Divorce from _Bianca_, he had expressed some Care and Tenderness for _Elvira Gonzales_, Sister to Don _Alvaro Gonzales_, Favourite to the King of _Portugal_; and this Amusement in the young Years of the Prince, had made a deep Impression on _Elvira_, who flatter'd her Ambition with the Infirmities of _Bianca_. She saw, with a secret Rage, _Constantia_ take her place, who was possest with such Charms, that quite divested her of all Hopes.

Her Jealousy left her not idle, she examined all the Actions of the Prince, and easily discover'd the little Regard he had for the Princess; but this brought him not back to her. And it was upon very good grounds that she suspected him to be in love with some other Person, and possessed with a new Passion; and which she promised herself, she would destroy as soon as she could find it out. She had a Spirit altogether proper for bold and hazardous Enterprizes; and the Credit of her Brother gave her so much Vanity, as all the Indifference of the Prince was not capable of humbling.

The Prince languished, and concealed the Cause with so much Care, that 'twas impossible for any to find it out. No publick Pleasures were agreeable to him, and all Conversations were tedious; and it was Solitude alone that was able to give him any ease.

This Change surprized all the World. The King, who loved his Son very tenderly, earnestly pressed him to know the Reason of his Melancholy; but the Prince made no answer, but only this, That it was the effect of his Temper.

But Time ran on, and the Princess was brought to bed of a second Son, who liv'd, and was called _Fernando_. _Don Pedro_ forc'd himself a little to take part in the publick Joy, so that they believ'd his Humour was changing; but this Appearance of a Calm endur'd not long, and he fell back again into his black Melancholy.

The artful _Elvira_ was incessantly agitated in searching out the Knowledge of this Secret. Chance wrought for her; and, as she was walking, full of Indignation and Anger, in the Garden of the Palace of _Coimbra_, she found the Prince of _Portugal_ sleeping in an obscure Grotto.

Her Fury could not contain it self at the sight of this loved Object, she roll'd her Eyes upon him, and perceived in spite of Sleep, that some Tears escaped his Eyes; the Flame which burnt yet in her Heart, soon grew soft and tender there: But oh! she heard him sigh, and after that utter these words, _Yes, Divine +Agnes+, I will sooner die than let you know it: +Constantia+ shall have nothing to reproach me with._ _Elvira_ was enraged at this Discourse, which represented to her immediately, the same moment, _Agnes de Castro_ with all her Charms; and not at all doubting, but it was she who possest the Heart of _Don Pedro_, she found in her Soul more Hatred for this fair Rival, than Tenderness for him.

The Grotto was not a fit Place to make Reflections in, or to form Designs. Perhaps her first Transports would have made her waken him, if she had not perceived a Paper lying under his Hand, which she softly seiz'd on; and that she might not be surprized in the reading it, she went out of the Garden with as much haste as confusion.

When she was retired to her Apartment, she open'd the Paper, trembling, and found in it these Verses, writ by the Hand of _Don Pedro_; and which, in appearance, he had newly then compos'd.

_In vain, Oh! Sacred Honour, you debate The mighty Business in my Heart: Love! Charming Love! rules all my Fate; Interest and Glory claim no part. The God, sure of his Victory, triumphs there, And will have nothing in his Empire share._

_In vain, Oh! Sacred Duty, you oppose; In vain, your Nuptial Tye you plead: Those forc'd Devoirs LOVE overthrows, And breaks the Vows he never made. Fixing his fatal Arrows every where, I burn and languish in a soft Despair._

_Fair Princess, you to whom my Faith is due; Pardon the Destiny that drags me on: 'Tis not my fault my Heart's untrue, I am compell'd to be undone. My Life is yours, I gave it with my Hand, But my Fidelity I can't command._

_Elvira_ did not only know the Writing of _Don Pedro_, but she knew also that he could write Verses. And seeing the sad Part which _Constantia_ had in these which were now fallen into her hands, she made no scruple of resolving to let the Princess see 'em: but that she might not be suspected, she took care not to appear in this Business her self; and since it was not enough for _Constantia_ to know that the Prince did not love her, but that she must know also that he was a Slave to _Agnes de Castro_, _Elvira_ caused these few Verses to be written in an unknown Hand, under those writ by the Prince.

_Sleep betrayed th' unhappy Lover, While Tears were streaming from his Eyes; His heedless Tongue without disguise, The Secret did discover: The Language of his Heart declare, That +Agnes'+ Image triumphs there._

_Elvira_ regarded neither Exactness nor Grace in these Lines: And if they had but the effect she design'd, she wished no more.

Her Impatience could not wait till the next day to expose them: she therefore went immediately to the Lodgings of the Princess, who was then walking in the Garden of the Palace; and passing without resistance, even to her Cabinet, she put the Paper into a Book, in which the Princess used to read, and went out again unseen, and satisfy'd with her good Fortune.

As soon as _Constantia_ was return'd, she enter'd into her Cabinet, and saw the Book open, and the Verses lying in it, which were to cost her so dear: She soon knew the Hand of the Prince which was so familiar to her; and besides the Information of what she had always fear'd, she understood it was _Agnes de Castro_ (whose Friendship alone was able to comfort her in her Misfortunes) who was the fatal Cause of it: she read over the Paper an hundred times, desiring to give her Eyes and Reason the Lye; but finding but too plainly she was not deceiv'd, she found her Soul possest with more Grief than Anger: when she consider'd, as much in love as the Prince was, he had kept his Torment secret. After having made her moan, without condemning him, the Tenderness she had for him, made her shed a Torrent of Tears, and inspir'd her with a Resolution of concealing her Resentment.

She would certainly have done it by a Virtue extraordinary, if the Prince, who missing his Verses when he waked, and fearing they might fall into indiscreet Hands, had not enter'd the Palace, all troubled with his Loss; and hastily going into _Constantia's_ Apartment, saw her fair Eyes all wet with Tears, and at the same instant cast his own on the unhappy Verses that had escaped from his Soul, and now lay before the Princess.

He immediately turned pale at this sight, and appear'd so mov'd, that the generous Princess felt more Pain than he did: 'Madam, _said he_, (infinitely alarm'd) from whom had you that Paper? It cannot come but from the Hand of some Person, _answer'd_ Constantia, who is an Enemy both to your Repose and mine. It is the Work, Sir, of your own Hand; and doubtless the Sentiment of your Heart. But be not surprized, and do not fear; for if my Tenderness should make it pass for a Crime in you, the same Tenderness which nothing is able to alter, shall hinder me from complaining.'

The Moderation and Calmness of _Constantia_, served only to render the Prince more asham'd and confus'd. _How generous are you, Madam_, (pursu'd he) _and how unfortunate am I!_ Some Tears accompany'd his Words, and the Princess, who lov'd him with extreme Ardour, was so sensibly touch'd, that it was a good while before she could utter a word. _Constantia_ then broke silence, and shewing him what _Elvira_ had caus'd to be written: _You are betray'd, Sir_, (added she) _you have been heard speak, and your Secret is known._ It was at this very moment that all the Forces of the Prince abandon'd him; and his Condition was really worthy Compassion: He could not pardon himself the involuntary Crime he had committed, in exposing of the lovely and the innocent _Agnes_. And tho' he was convinced of the Virtue and Goodness of _Constantia_, the Apprehensions that he had, that this modest and prudent Maid might suffer by his Conduct, carry'd him beyond all Consideration.

The Princess, who heedfully survey'd him, saw so many Marks of Despair in his Face and Eyes, that she was afraid of the Consequences; and holding out her Hand, in a very obliging manner to him, she said, 'I promise you, Sir, I will never more complain of you, and that _Agnes_ shall always be very dear to me; you shall never hear me make you any Reproaches: And since I cannot possess your Heart, I will content myself with endeavouring to render myself worthy of it.' _Don Pedro_, more confus'd and dejected than before he had been, bent one of his Knees at the feet of _Constantia_, and with respect kiss'd that fair kind Hand she had given him, and perhaps forgot _Agnes_ for a moment.

But Love soon put a stop to all the little Advances of _Hymen_; the fatal Star that presided over the Destiny of _Don Pedro_ had not yet vented its Malignity; and one moment's sight of _Agnes_ gave new Force to his Passion.

The Wishes and Desires of this charming Maid had no part in this Victory; her Eyes were just, tho' penetrating, and they searched not in those of the Prince, what they had a desire to discover to her.

As she was never far from _Constantia_, _Don Pedro_ was no sooner gone out of the Closet, but _Agnes_ enter'd; and finding the Princess all pale and languishing in her Chair, she doubted not but there was some sufficient Cause for her Affliction: she put herself in the same Posture the Prince had been in before, and expressing an Inquietude, full of Concern; 'Madam, _said she_, by all your Goodness, conceal not from me the Cause of your Trouble. Alas, _Agnes_, _reply'd the Princess_, what would you know? And what should I tell you? The Prince, the Prince, my dearest Maid, is in love; the Hand that he gave me, was not a Present of his Heart; and for the Advantage of this Alliance, I must become the Victim of it--What! the Prince in Love! (_reply'd +Agnes+, with an Astonishment mix'd with Indignation_) What Beauty can dispute the Empire over a Heart so much your due? Alas, Madam, all the Respect I owe him, cannot hinder me from murmuring against him. Accuse him of nothing, (_interrupted_ Constantia) he does what he can; and I am more oblig'd to him for desiring to be faithful, than if I possest his real Tenderness. It is not enough to fight, but to overcome; and the Prince does more in the Condition wherein he is, than I ought reasonably to hope for: In fine, he is my Husband, and an agreeable one; to whom nothing is wanting, but what I cannot inspire; that is, a Passion which would have made me but too happy. Ah! Madam, (_cry'd out +Agnes+, transported with her Tenderness for the Princess_) he is a blind and stupid Prince, who knows not the precious Advantages he possesses. He must surely know something, (_reply'd the Princess modestly._) But, Madam, (_reply'd +Agnes+_) Is there any thing, not only in _Portugal_, but in all _Spain_, that can compare with you? And without considering the charming Qualities of your Person, can we enough admire those of your Soul? My dear _Agnes_, (_interrupted +Constantia+, sighing_) she who robs me of my Husband's Heart, has but too many Charms to plead his Excuse; since it is thou, Child, whom Fortune makes use of, to give me the killing Blow. Yes, _Agnes_, the Prince loves thee; and the Merit I know thou art possest of, puts bounds to my Complaints, without suffering me to have the least Resentment.'

The delicate _Agnes_ little expected to hear what the Princess told her: Thunder would have less surpriz'd, and less oppres'd her. She remain'd a long time without speaking; but at last, fixing her Looks all frightful on _Constantia_, 'What say you, Madam? (_cry'd she_) And what Thoughts have you of me? What, that I should betray you? And coming hither only full of Ardor to be the Repose of your Life, do I bring a fatal Poison to afflict it? What Detestation must I have for the Beauty they find in me, without aspiring to make it appear? And how ought I to curse the unfortunate Day, on which I first saw the Prince?--But, Madam, it cannot be me whom Heaven has chosen to torment you, and to destroy all your Tranquillity: No, it cannot be so much my Enemy, to put me to so great a Tryal. And if I were that odious Person, there is no Punishment, to which I would not condemn my self. It is _Elvira_, Madam, the Prince loves, and loved before his Marriage with you, and also before his Divorce from _Bianca_; and somebody has made an indiscreet Report to you of this Intrigue of his Youth: But, Madam, what was in the time of _Bianca_, is nothing to you. It is certain that _Don Pedro_ loves you, (_answer'd the Princess_) and I have Vanity enough to believe, that, none besides your self could have disputed his Heart with me: But the Secret is discover'd, and _Don Pedro_ has not disown'd it. What, (_interrupted +Agnes+, more surpriz'd than ever_) is it then from himself you have learned his Weakness?' The Princess then shew'd her the Verses, and there was never any Despair like to hers.

While they were both thus sadly employ'd, both sighing, and both weeping, the impatient _Elvira_, who was willing to learn the Effect of her Malice, returned to the Apartment of the Princess, where she freely enter'd; even to the Cabinet where these unhappy Persons were: who all afflicted and troubled as they were, blushed at her approach, whose Company they did not desire: She had the Pleasure to see _Constantia_ hide from her the Paper which had been the Cause of all their Trouble, and which the Princess had never seen, but for her Spite and Revenge; and to observe also in the Eyes of the Princess, and those of _Agnes_, an immoderate Grief: She staid in the Cabinet as long as it was necessary to be assur'd, that she had succeeded in her Design; but the Princess, who did not desire such a Witness of the Disorder in which she then was, pray'd to be left alone. _Elvira_ then went out of the Cabinet, and _Agnes de Castro_ withdrew at the same time.

It was in her own Chamber, that _Agnes_ examining more freely this Adventure, found it as cruel as Death. She loved _Constantia_ sincerely, and had not till then any thing more than an Esteem, mixt with Admiration, for the Prince of _Portugal_; which indeed, none could refuse to so many fine Qualities. And looking on her self as the most unfortunate of her Sex, as being the Cause of all the Sufferings of the Princess, to whom she was obliged for the greatest Bounties, she spent the whole Night in Tears and Complaints, sufficient to have reveng'd _Constantia_ for all the Griefs she made her suffer.

The Prince, on his side, was in no great Tranquillity; the Generosity of his Princess increas'd his Remorse, without diminishing his Love: he fear'd, and with reason, that those who were the occasion of _Constantia's_ seeing those Verses, should discover his Passion to the King, from whom he hoped for no Indulgence: and he would most willingly have given his Life, to have been free from this Extremity.

In the mean time the afflicted Princess languished in a most deplorable Sadness; she found nothing in those who were the Cause of her Misfortunes, but things fitter to move her Tenderness than her Anger: It was in vain that Jealousy strove to combat the Inclination she had to love her fair Rival; nor was there any occasion of making the Prince less dear to her: and she felt neither Hatred, nor so much as Indifference for innocent _Agnes_.

While these three disconsolate Persons abandon'd themselves to their Melancholy, _Elvira_, not to leave her Vengeance imperfect, study'd in what manner she might bring it to the height of its Effects. Her Brother, on whom she depended, shew'd her a great deal of Friendship, and judging rightly that the Love of _Don Pedro_ to _Agnes de Castro_ would not be approved by the King, she acquainted _Don Alvaro_ her Brother with it, who was not ignorant of the Passion the Prince had once protested to have for his Sister. He found himself very much interested in this News, from a second Passion he had for _Agnes_; which the Business of his Fortune had hitherto hindred him from discovering: and he expected a great many Favours from the King, that might render the Effort of his Heart the more considerable.

He hid not from his Sister this one thing, which he found difficult to conceal; so that she was now possest with a double Grief, to find _Agnes_ Sovereign of all the Hearts to which she had a pretension.

_Don Alvaro_ was one of those ambitious Men, that are fierce without Moderation, and proud without Generosity; of a melancholy, cloudy Humour, of a cruel Inclination, and to effect his Ends, found nothing difficult or unlawful. Naturally he lov'd not the Prince, who, on all accounts, ought to have held the first Rank in the Heart of the King, which should have set bounds to the Favour of _Don Alvaro_; who when he knew the Prince was his Rival, his Jealousy increas'd his Hate of him: and he conjured _Elvira_ to employ all her Care, to oppose an Engagement that could not but be destructive to them both; she promised him, and he not very well satisfy'd, rely'd on her Address.

_Don Alvaro_, who had too lively a Representation within himself, of the Beauties and Grace of the Prince of _Portugal_, thought of nothing, but how to combat his Merits, he himself not being handsome, or well made: His Fashion was as disagreeable as his Humour, and _Don Pedro_ had all the Advantages that one Man may possibly have over another. In fine, all that _Don Alvaro_ wanted, adorn'd the Prince: but as he was the Husband of _Constantia_, and depended upon an absolute Father, and that _Don Alvaro_ was free, and Master of a good Fortune, he thought himself more assur'd of _Agnes_, and fixed his Hopes on that Thought.

He knew very well, that the Passion of _Don Pedro_ could not but inspire a violent Anger in the Soul of the King. Industrious in doing ill, his first Business was to carry this unwelcome News to him. After he had given time to his Grief, and had compos'd himself to his Desire, he then besought the King to interest himself in his amorous Affair, and to be the Protector of his Person.

Tho' _Don Alvaro_ had no other Merit to recommend him to the King, than a continual and blind Obedience to all his Commands; yet he had favour'd him with several Testimonies of his vast Bounty: and considering the Height to which the King's Liberality had rais'd him, there were few Ladies that would have refused his Alliance. The King assured him of the Continuation of his Friendship and Favour, and promised him, if he had any Authority, he would give him the charming _Agnes_.

_Don Alvaro_, perfectly skilful in managing his Master, answer'd the King's last Bounties with a profound Submission. He had yet never told _Agnes_ what he felt for her; but he thought now he might make a publick Declaration of it, and sought all means to do it.

The Gallantry which _Coimbra_ seem'd to have forgotten, began now to be awakened. The King to please _Don Alvaro_, under pretence of diverting _Constantia_, order'd some publick Sports, and commanded that every thing should be magnificent.

Since the Adventure of the Verses, _Don Pedro_ endeavour'd to lay a constraint on himself, and to appear less troubled; but in his heart he suffer'd always alike: and it was not but with great uneasiness he prepar'd himself for the Tournament. And since he could not appear with the Colours of _Agnes_, he took those of his Wife, without Device, or any great Magnificence.

_Don Pedro_ adorn'd himself with the Liveries of _Agnes de Castro_; and this fair Maid, who had yet found no Consolation from what the Princess had told her, had this new cause of being displeas'd.

_Don Pedro_ appear'd in the List with an admirable Grace; and _Don Alvaro_, who looked on this Day as his own, appear'd there all shining with Gold, mix'd with Stones of Blue, which were the Colours of _Agnes_; and there were embroider'd all over his Equipage, flaming Hearts of Gold on blue Velvet, and Nets for the Snares of Love, with abundance of double _A's_; his Device was a Love coming out of a Cloud, with these Verses written underneath:

_Love from a Cloud breaks like the God of Day, And to the World his Glories does display; To gaze on charming Eyes, and make 'em know, What to soft Hearts, and to his Power they owe._

The Pride of _Don Alvaro_ was soon humbled at the feet of the Prince of _Portugal_, who threw him against the Ground, with twenty others, and carry'd alone the Glory of the Day. There was in the Evening a noble Assembly at _Constantia's_, where _Agnes_ would not have been, unless expresly commanded by the Princess. She appear'd there all negligent and careless in her Dress, but yet she appear'd all beautiful and charming. She saw, with disdain, her Name, and her Colours, worn by _Don Alvaro_, at a publick Triumph; and if her Heart was capable of any tender Motions, it was not for such a Man as he for whom her Delicacy destin'd them: She look'd on him with a Contempt, which did not hinder him from pressing so near, that there was a necessity for her to hear what he had to declare to her.

She treated him not uncivilly, but her Coldness would have rebated the Courage of any but _Alvaro_. 'Madam, said he, (when he could be heard of none but herself) I have hitherto concealed the Passion you have inspired me with, fearing it should displease you; but it has committed a Violence on my Respect; and I could no longer conceal it from you. I never reflected on your Actions (answer'd _Agnes_ with all the Indifference of which she was capable) and if you think you offend me, you are in the wrong to make me perceive it. This Coldness is but an ill Omen for me (reply'd _Don Alvaro_) and if you have not found me out to be your Lover to-day, I fear you will never approve my Passion.'