The present court of Spain, or, The modern gallantry of the Spanish nobility unfolded in several histories and seventy five letters from the enamour'd Teresa, to her beloved the Marquis of Mansera / by the ingenious Lady ---, author of The memoirs and travels into Spain ; done into English by J.P.

LETTER XIX.

I Knew not you were Guilty of more then two Crimes, in reference to my self; but, in your Yesterday's Letter, I discover a Third. Is it possible a Man should have a tender Kindness for a Per∣son, and write to her, as you have writ to me? Re-call to mind the Marks of Esteem and Distinction, which I bestow'd upon yee but within these few Days. Ah! is it fair, that I must be the Person to whet up your Memory. This same Despite, by which you do your self an Injury, is still no more then a new proof of my singular Affection. Could I ever be so touch'd to the Quick, with my Suspiti∣ons of your Infidelity, but that I have a Passion for yee? or, Could I Love yee with an Adherency, that nothing can un∣hinge,

but that I have a vast Esteem for your Person? If Dona Inez were a faith∣ful Mistriss, for her to know of an Af∣fair with another, might be a Reason sufficient, to think her no Concern of yours: But, her past Conduct shews us, that she is one who stands not much upon Delicacy. The Duke of — who fell in Love with her long since, is properly the Husband of that Adventure, and you are the Galaunt; altho' you never told me of it, and with no less Obstinacy, you would fain conceal it from me, when I know it already. In short, you have no mind to Sacrifice her Love to my Con∣tent: For, there's no question to be made, but I am She, that is already Sacrific'd to Her. Good God! With what frightful Terrors, does the Thought of this disturb my Quiet? Yet, why should they di∣sturb me, if I did not Love yee? There is not any sort of Grief, of which I am not sensible for your sake: Nevertheless, my Heart is prone to Pardon yee; only it requires some Satisfaction for my free Indulgence; it fain would have you shew your self worthy of the Pardon which it grants yee, for fear of being upbraided with it, as an Act of Weakness.