Chap. XI.
In which the Lady is wonderfully delivered.
But to return to Arabella, whom we left
in a very melancholy Situation: Lucy
had not been gone long from her before she
opened her Eyes; and, beginning to come perfectly
to herself, was surprised to find her
Woman not near her: The Moon shining very
bright, she looked round her, and called Lucy
as loud as she was able; but not seeing her, or
hearing any Answer, her Fears became so powerful,
that she had like to have relapsed into her
Swoon.
Alas! unfortunate Maid that I am! cried she, weeping excessively, questionless I am betrayed by her on whose Fidelity I relied, and who was acquainted with my most secret Thoughts: She is now with my Ravisher, directing his Pursuit, and I have no Means of escaping from his Hands! Cruel and ungrateful Wench, thy unparalleled Treachery grieves me no less than all my other Misfortunes: But why do I say, Her Treachery is unparalleled? Did not the wicked Arianta betray her Mistress into the Power of her insolent Lover? Ah! Arabella, thou art not single in thy Misery, since the divine Mandana was, like thyself, the Dupe of a mercenary Servant.
Having given a Moment or two to these sad Reflections, she rose from the Ground with an
