six o’clock in the morning
you have undone me , I rave and shall commit such extravagance that will ruin both : I must upbraid you , fickle and inconstant , I must , and this distance will not serve , ' . is too great ; my reproaches lose their force ; I burst with resentment , with injur 'd love ; and you are either the most faithless of your sex , or the most malicious and tormenting : oh I am past tricks , my _ Sylvia _ , your little arts might do well in a beginning flame , but to a settled fire that is arriv 'd to the highest degree , it does but damp its fierceness , and instead of drawing me on , would lessen my esteem , if any such deceit were capable to harbour in the heart of _ Sylvia _ ; but she is all divine , and I am mistaken in the meaning of what she says . Oh my adorable , think no more on that dull false thing a wife ; let her be banish 'd thy thoughts , as she is my soul ; let her never appear , though but in a dream , to fright our solid joys , or true happiness ; no , let us look forward to pleasures vast and unconfin 'd , to coming transports , and leave all behind us that contributes not to that heaven of bliss : remember , oh _ Sylvia _ , that five tedious days are past since I sigh 'd at your dear feet ; and five days , to a man so madly in love as your _ Philander _ , is a tedious age : ' . is now six o'clock in the morning , _ Brilliard _ will be with you by eight , and by ten I may have your permission to see you , and then I need not say how soon I will present myself before you at _ Bellfont _ ; for heaven 's sake , my eternal blessing , if you design me this happiness , contrive it so , that I may see no body that belongs to _ Bellfont _ , but the fair , the lovely _ Sylvia _ ; for I must be more moments with you , than will be convenient to be taken notice of , lest they suspect our business to be love , and that discovery yet may ruin us . Oh ! I will delay no longer , my soul is impatient to see you , I can not live another night without it ; I die , by heaven , I languish for the appointed hour ; you will believe , when you see my languid face , and dying eyes , how much and greater a sufferer in love I am . My soul 's delight , you may perhaps deny me from your fear ; but oh , do not , though I ask a mighty blessing ; _ Sylvia _ ' .