ſoon as ſhe was up ſhe went to Mrs Blague to conſult what ſhe must do in this ſtrait, well knowing the king’s humour.
Mrs Blague ſeeing her thus penſive, ſaid, come, my dear, you muſt not be coy, nor deny the King’s requeſt; glitter near a throne, and enjoy a gallant bed fellow. I find he is reſolved to have you for a Miſtreſs, and therefore it is beſt for you, willingly to ſubmit to him.
At this diſcourſe ſhe trembled; yet conſidering from the many attempts her beauty had cauſed, that it was not made to be enjoyed by one, in a fatal hour ſhe consented; and inſtead of writing an answer to the King’s letter, it was agreed that very night ſhe ſhould take her apparel, and put herſelf into the arms of the King— This being concluded, Mrs Blague ſent the King notice, who ſent a chariot for them, and, in the mean time her clothes were conveyed away to Mrs Blague’s. However ſhe ſupped with
