order to rush up Stairs, and force my Mistrisses Guards, whom I knew (through fear and dismay) would leave their Charge, and then presently discover my self to her, and convey her thence: But finding no opportunity to do this, by reason I could perceive none of the outward Doors open, I thought upon getting in at the Window, but found many of them strongly Barred with Iron; and so, whilst I began to despair of putting my Design in Practice, it luckily came into my Head, that if I could get to the top of the House, I might descend the Chimney, and by that means come into her Chamber; and upon this wild Adventure I resolved; but mistaking the Funnel, I happened into the next to it, where I found the old Cisly (with whom Improspero, it seems, had been carrousing in the absence of her Master and Mistris) fast asleep, with a winking Candle by her, and the Key in her Lap, which I taking up, lay'd aside my Hairy Garment, and unlocked the Cham∣ber, where I found her reading very pensive; at first sight of me she was surpri∣zed; but perceiving who I was, we embraced each other with all the endearing Caresses that within the Bounds of Modesty can be imagined, and then (like mourn∣ful Turtles) complained to each other of our hard Misfortune; she telling me how she had been pressed, and almost tired with Improspero's nauseous Love; and how severe her Parents had been to her, in her strict restraint; what Threatnings they used, if she disobeyed; with many other matters: And withal, demanded how I got the liberty to be admitted; the which I giving her to understand, we in the end fell to plotting, how at that time we might escape, seeing Fortune had so far favoured my Enterprize; but in that found many difficulties: For the Father, Mother, Improspero, and the Lad, being gone to Supper at a Neighbour's House, had taken all the Keys of the outward Doors with them: Through the Windows we could not get, neither was it convenient, or possible, for my Mistris to clamber out at the top of the Chimney; wherefore the gagging or binding old Cisly (for so was the Wench called) we imagined, might prove as disadvantageous, as if Vlisses had killed the Polyphem: Wherefore cudgeling my Brains for a while, I at last re∣solved to make a Bug-bear of the Wench; and thereupon, as Fortune would have it, in the almost insensible condition she was in, I clapped my Bears-Skin about her, and so well buckled it on, (whilst she thought probably, that some body was wrap∣ping her in a Rugg, for fear of catching Cold) that now she appeared all over a Beast.
Having thus done, we went down Stairs, and bolted the Door on the inside, and so hid our selves in a Nook, or behind the Geaum of the Wall, to expect the event, and weather the utmost that might befall. Now so it fell out, that soon after the good People coming home, and not being able with their Keys to get Entrance, mistrusting somewhat more than ordinary, fell to knocking and thundering at the Door like Wild fire, which made old Cisly, between sleep and wake, after a yaun or two, stagger down Stairs in her Fur-Mantle, the which, by the reason of the con∣dition she was in, she did not perceive; but getting to the Door as well as she could, she opened it, by drawing back the Bolts; but no sooner did she appear in that frightful form, but those that were so hasty to enter, were hastier in the Retreat: Improspero, to seem valiant, supposing (at first) some Thieves were gotten into the House, drew his Sword; but old Cisly, who began to wonder at their running away, staggering after them, he no sooner beheld her, but seized with a panique fear, drop∣ping his Weapon, he betook himself to his Heels: During which const••••nation, I and my Dear Lamira had opportunity to depart undiscovered; to our (then) no small Joy and Satisfaction.