He turn’d to me, and, “Dear child,” said he, “I rose to day without consulting my fortune; tho’ ’tis confest I seldom appear even on the stage, but such a mobb as this are laughing at me:  But that I may not be at difference with you too, I’ll tye my self up from this humour of poetry:”  “Well, well,” said I, “on that condition I sup with you;” upon which, going into the poor cottage I lodg’d at, we order’d the master of it to get us a supper, and in the mean time we went to the bagnio, where I saw Gito standing against the wall, with towels and rubbing brushes in his hand; his troubl’d countenance easily perswaded me he serv’d on compulsion:  As soon as he saw me, with joy addressing himself, he told me, that since I was not in that martial posture that once frighted him to belye his affections, he cou’d freely speak to me, upon which he entreated me to pity his circumstances; and, if I cou’d but deliver him from so barbarous a master, since he was now sorry he was forc’d to be my judge, I might take my satisfaction in any punishment I’de please to inflict; “for,” added he, “if I must dye, ’twill be comfort enough to so unhappy a wretch to think that you are pleas’d in ’t.”

I desir’d him wave his complaints, lest our design shou’d be discover’d, and leaving Eumolpus (for in the bath he was versifying) we made off thro’ a dirty back-entry, as privately as we could to my lodgings:  Where, shutting the door, I threw my arms about his neck, and, tho, he was all in tears, half smother’d him with kisses:  Thus we continu’d without a word from either side:  Gito’s repeated sobs so disturb’d him, he could not speak:  When after a long time spent in that posture, “how unaccountable is it,” began I, “to love him that once forsook me!  And that in this breast I shou’d feel so great a wound, yet have no sign of its being there! what’s you’ pretence for chusing Ascyltos?  Have I deserv’d such usage?”

After he found I still had love for him, he began to look less concerned:  “When,” added I, “I’m so far from desireing an umpire to judge of th’ ingratitude of your choice, that I neither complain of, or design to remember it; if I find you sincere.”

I cou’d not tell him this without a tear:  When, wiping his face, says he, “Encolpius, I appeal to your memory, whether I left, you, or you betray’d me.  I must confess, and hope you can’t blame me; when I saw two at daggers-drawing, that I ran to the strongest.”

I cou’d not but admire his wit, and to convince him of a perfect reconciliation, sealed it with repeated kisses.

’Twas now quite dark, and our supper was dishing up, when Eumolpus knock’d at the door:  I ask’d how many there was of ’em:  And took an opportunity through a chink, to see whether Ascyltos was with him:  But finding him alone, I soon open’d the door:  He had hardly fixt himself on his couch, when seeing Gito in waiting, “on my word,” said he, “a very Gannymed; sure Encolpius, you’ll have no reason to complain to day.”