her regardless of her own Danger, so that she rode with a surprising Swiftness; and, overtaking the Company, she would have spoken, to tell them of her Cousin's Situation; when her Spirits failing her, she could only make a Sign with her Hand, and sunk down in a Swoon, in the Arms of Sir George, who eagerly galloped up to her; and, supporting her as well as he was able till some others came to her Relief, they took her off her Horse, and placed her upon the Ground; when, by the Help of some Water they brought from a Spring near them, in a little time she came to herself.
Sir Charles, who, seeing her come up to them without his Son, and by her fainting, concluded some Misfortune had happened to him, the Moment she opened her Eyes, asked her eagerly, Where he was?
Your Son, said Arabella, sighing, is, with a Valour equal to that of the brave Cleomedon, this Moment fighting in my Defence against a Croud of Enemies; and is, haply, shedding the last Drop of his Blood in my Quarrel.
Shedding the last Drop of his Blood, haply! interrupted Sir Charles, excessively grieved; and, not a little enraged at Arabella, supposing she had introduced him into some Quarrel, It may be happy for you, Madam; but I am sure it will make me very miserable, if my Son comes to any Harm.
If it be the Will of Heaven he should fall in this Combat, resumed Arabella, he can never have a more glorious Destiny: And as that Consideration will, doubtless, sweeten his last Moments, so it ought to be your Consolation:
