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disrespect in the thoughts of revenge ; in order to which she contrives how _ Antonet _ shall manage herself , and commanding her to bring out some fine point linen , she dressed up _ Antonet _ ' . head with them , and put her on a shift , laced with the same ; for though she intended no light should be in the chamber when _ Octavio _ should enter , she knew he understood by his touch the difference of fine things from other . In fine , having dressed her exactly as she herself used to be when she received _ Octavio _ ' . visits in bed , she embraced her , and fancied she was much of her own shape and bigness , and that it was impossible to find the deceit : and now she made _ Antonet _ dress her up in her clothes , and mobbing her sarsenet hood about her head , she appeared so like _ Antonet _ -LRB- all but the face -RRB- that it was not easy to distinguish them : and night coming on they both long for the hour of twelve , though with different designs ; and having before given notice that _ Sylvia _ was gone to bed , and would receive no visit that night , they were alone to finish all their business : this while _ Brilliard _ was not idle , but having a fine bath made , he washed and perfumed his body , and after dressed himself in the finest linen perfumed that he had , and made himself as fit as possible for his design ; nor was his shape , which was very good , or his stature , unlike to that of _ Octavio _ : and ready for the approach , he conveys himself out of the house , telling his footman he would put himself to bed after his bathing , and , locking his chamber door , stole out ; and it being dark , many a longing turn he walked , impatient till all the candles were out in every room of the house : in the mean time , he employed his thoughts on a thousand things , but all relating to _ Sylvia _ ; sometimes the treachery he shewed in this action to his lord , caused short-lived blushes in his face , which vanished as soon , when he considered his lord false to the most beautiful of her sex : sometimes he accused and cursed the levity of _ Sylvia _ that could yield to _ Octavio _ , and was as jealous as if she had indeed been to have received that charming lover ; but when his thought directed him to his own happiness , his pulse beat high , his blood flushed apace in his cheeks , his eyes languished with love , and his body with a feverish fit ! In these extremes , by turns , he passed at least three tedious hours , with a striking watch in his hand ; and when it told it was twelve , he advanced near the door , but finding it shut walked yet with greater impatience , every half minute going to the door ; at last he found it yield to his hand that pushed it : but oh , what mortal can express his joy ! His heart beats double , his knees tremble , and a feebleness seizes every limb ; he breathes nothing but short sighs , and is ready in the dark hall to fall on the floor , and was forced to lean on the rail that begins the stairs to take a little courage : while he was there recruiting himself , intent on nothing but his vast joy ; _ Octavio _ , who going to meet the Prince , being met halfway by that young _ hero _ , was dispatched back again without advancing to the end of his five leagues , and impatient to see _ Sylvia _ , after _ Philander _ ' . letter that he had sent her , or at least impatient to hear how she took it , and in what condition she was , he , as soon as he alighted , went towards her house in order to have met _ Antonet _ , or her page , or some that could inform him of her welfare ; though it was usual for _ Sylvia _ to sit up very late , and he had often made her visits at that hour : and _ Brilliard _ , wholly intent on his adventure , had left the door open ; so that _ Octavio _ perceiving it , believed they were all up in the back rooms where _ Sylvia _ ' .