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Just as thy poor heart thinks! Have not I wronged | On earth that dare not look like thee, and say so? thee?

Thou art my heart's inheritance; I served Cast. No.

A long and painful faithful slavery for thee: Mon. Still thou wander'st in the dark, Castalio; And who shall rob me of the dear-bought blesBut wilt, ere long, stumble on horrid danger. Cast. What means my love?

Mon. Time will clear all; but now, let this Mon. Couldst thou but forgive me

content you. Cast. What?

Heaven has decreed, and therefore I'm resolved Mon. For my fault last night; alas, thou can'st(With torment I must tell it thee, Castalio) not!

Ever to be a stranger to thy love, Cast. I can, and do.

In some far distant country waste my life, Mon. Thus crawling on the earth,

And, from this day, to see thy face no more. Would I that pardon meet; the only thing Cast. Where am I? Sure I wander 'midst en. Can make me view the face of heaven with hope.

chantment, Cast. Then, let's draw near,

And never more shall find the way to rest ; Mon. Ah, me!

But, oh, Monimia! art thou indeed resolved Cast. So, in the fields,

To punish me with everlasting absence ? When the destroyer has been out for prey, Why turn'st thou from me? I'm alone already; The scattered lovers of the feathered kind, Methinks I stand upon a naked beach, Seeking, when danger's past, to meet again, Sighing to winds, and to the seas complaining, Make moan, and call, by such degrees approach; Whilst afar off the vessel sails away, "Till, joining thus, they bill, and spread their where all the treasure of my soul's embarked. wings,

Wilt thou not turn? Oh! could those eyes but Murmuring love, and joy their fears are over.

speak, Mon. Yet, have a care; be not too fond of I should know all, for love is pregnant in them; peace,

They swell, they press their beams upon me still : Lest, in pursuance of the goodly quarry, Wilt thou not speak? If we must part for ever, Thou meet a disappointment that distracts thee. Give me but one kind word to think upon, Cust. My better angel, then do thou inform And please myself withal, whilst my heart's me,

breaking. What danger threatens me, and where it lies: Mon. Ah, poor Castalio! (Erit MONIMIA. Why didst thou (prithee smile, and tell me why) Cust. Pity, by the gods, When I stood waiting underneath thy window, She pities me! then thou wilt go eternally. Quaking with fierce and violent desires ; What means all this? Why all this stir to plague The dropping dews fell cold upon my head, A single wretch ? If but your word can shake Darkness inclosed, and the winds whistled round This world to atoms, why so much ado me,

With me? Think me but dead, and lay me so. Which, with my mournful sighs, made such sad music,

Enter POLYDORE As might have moved the hardest heart; why Pol. To live, and live a torment to myself, wert thou

What dog would bear't, that knew but his conDeaf to my cries, and senseless of my pains ?

dition? Mon. Did not I beg thee to forbear inquiry? We've little knowledge, and that makes us cor Read'st thou not something in my face, that

ards,
speaks

Because it cannot tell us what's to come.
Wonderful change, and horror from within me? Cast. Who's there?
Cust. Then there is something yet, which I've Pol. Why, what art thou?
not known :

Cust. My brother Polydore?
What dost thou mean by horror, and forbearance Pol. My name is Polydore.
Of more inquiry? Tell me, I beg thee, tell me, Cast. Canst thou inform me-
And don't betray me to a second madness!

Pol. Of what !
Mon. Must I?

Cast. Of my Monimia!
Cast. If, labouring in the pangs of death, Pol. No. Good day.
Thou would'st do any thing to give me ease, Cast. In haste !
Unfold this riddle ere my thoughts grow wild, Methinks my Polydore appears in sadness.
And let in fears of ugly form upon me.

Pol. Indeed, and so to me does my Castalio. Mon. My heart won't let me speak it; but re- Cust. Do I? member,

Pol. Thou dost. Monimia, poor Monimia, tells you this,

Cast. Alas, I have wondrous reason ? We ne'er inust meet again

I'm strangely altered, brother, since I saw thee. Gust. What means my destiny ?

Pol. Why! For all my good or evil late dwells in thee! Cust. On! to tell thee, would but put thy Ne'er meet again!

heart Mon. No, never.

To pain. Let me embrace thee but a little, Cust. Where's the power

And weep upon thy neck; I would repose

Within thy friendly bosom all my follies ; How from our infancy, we, hand in hand, For thou wilt pardon them, because they're mine. Have trod the path of life and love together;

Pol. Be not too credulous ; consider first; One bed hath held us, and the same desires, Friends may be falsc. Is there no friendship The saine aversions, still employed our thoughts: false?

When e'er had I a friend, that was not Polydore's, Cast. Why dost thou ask me that? Does this Or Polydore a foe, that was not mine? appear

Even in the womb we embraced; and wilt thou now, Like a false friendship, when, with open arms,

For the first fault, abandon and forsake me, And streaming eyes, I run upon thy breast? Leave me, amidst afflictions, to myself, Oh! 'tis in thee alone I inust have comfort! Plunged in the gulf of grief, and none to help me?

Pol. I fear, Castalio, I have none to give thee. Pol. Go to Monimia, in her arms thou'lt find Cast. Dost thou not love me, then?

Repose; she has the art of healing sorrows. Pol. Oh, more than life:

Cast. What arts? I never had a thought of my Castalio,

Pol. Blind wretch! thou husband! there's a Might wrong the friendship we have vowed to

question ! gether.

Go to her fulsome bed, and wallow there ; Ilast thou dealt so by me?

Till some hot ruffian, full of lust and wine, Cast. I hope I have.

Coine storm thee out, and shew thee what's thy Pol. Then tell me why this mourning, this dis

bargain. order?

Cast. Hold there, I charge thee. Cast. Oh, Polydore, I know not how to tell Pol. Is she not athee;

Cast. Whore? Shame rises in my face, and interrupts

Pol. Ay, whore; I think that word needs no The story of my tongue.

explaining. Pol. I grieve, my friend

Cast. Alas! I can forgive even this, to thee! Knows any thing, which he's ashamed to tell me; But let me tell thee, Polydore, I'm grieved Or didst thou e'er conceal thy thoughts from Po- To find thee guilty of such low revenge, lydore ?

To wrong that virtue, which thou couldst not ruin. Cust. Oh, much too oft!

Pol. It seems I lie, then? But let me here conjure thee,

Cast. Should the bravest man By all the kind affection of a brother,

That e'er wore conquering sword, but dare to (For I'm ashamed to call myself thy friend)

whisper Forgive me

What thou proclaim'st, he were the worst of liars: Pol. Well, go on.

My friend may be mistaken. Cast. Our destiny contrived

Pol. Damn the evasion! To plague us both with one unhappy love. Thou mean’st the worst; and he's a base-born Thou, like a friend, a constant, generous friend,

villain, In its first pangs didst trust me with thy passion, That said I lied. Whilst I still smoothed my pain with smiles be- Cust. Do draw thy sword, and thrust it through fore thee,

my heart;
And made a contract I ne'er meant to keep. There is no joy in life, if thou art lost.
Pol. How !

A base-born villain!
Cast. Still new ways I studied to abuse thee, Pol. Yes; thou never cam'st
And kept thee as a stranger to my passion, From old Acasto's loins; the midwife put
Till yesterday I wedded with Monimia.

A cheat upon my mother, and instead
Pol. Ah, Castalio, was that well done! Of a true brother, in a cradle by me,
Cust. No; to conceal it from thee was much Placed some coarse peasant's cub, and thou art he.
a fault.

Cast. Thou art my brother still. Pol. A fault! when thou hast heard

Pol. Thou liest. The tale I tell, what wilt thou call it then? Cast. Nay tien

(He draws. Cast. How my heart throbs!

Yet I am calm. Pol. First for thy friendship, traitor,

Pol. A coward's always so. I cancel't thus; after this day, I'll ne'er

Gast. Ah-ah-that stings home-Coward ! Hold trust or converse with the false Castalio: Pol. Av, basc-born coward! villain! This witness Heaven!

Gust. This to thy heart, then, though my mother Cust. What will my fate do with me?

bore thee. I've lost all happiness, and know not why.

[Fight ; POLYDORE drops his sword, and What means this, brother?

runs on Castalio's. Pol. Perjured, treacherous wretch,

Pol. Now, my Castalio is agnin my friend. Farewell!

Cust. What have I done? my sword is in thy Cast. I'll be thy slave, and thou shalt use me

brcast! Just as thou wilt, do but forgive me.

Pol. So I would have it be, thou best of men, Pol. Never.

Thou kindest brother, and thou truest friend. Cast. Oh! think a little what thy heart is do- Cast. Ye gods, we're taught, that all your works ing :

are justice, VOL. I.

Ο Ε

You're painted merciful, and friends to innocence: , Nay, at each word, that my distraction uttered, If so, then why these plagues upon my head? My heart recoiled, and 'twas half death to speak Pol. Blame not the heavens; here lies thy fate,

them. Castalio;

Mon. Now, my Castalio, the most dear of men, They're not the gods, 'tis Polydore has wronged Wilt thou receive pollution to thy bosom, thee;

And close the eyes of one, that has betrayed thee? I've stained thy bed; thy spotless marriage joys Cast. Oh, I'm the unhappy wretch, whose curHave been polluted by thy brother's lust.

sed fate Cast. By thee!

Has weighed thee down into destruction with Pol. By me, last night, the horrid deed

him, Was done, when all things slept but rage and Why then, thus kind to me? incest.

Non. When I'm laid low i'th' grave, and quite Cast. Now, where's Monimia? Oh!

forgotten,

May'st thou be happy in a fairer bride;
Enter MONIMIA.

But none can ever love thee like Monimia.
Mon. I'm here, who calls me?

When I am dead, as presently I shall be, Methought I heard a voice,

(For the grim tyrant grasps my heart already) Sweet as the shepherd's pipe upon the mountains, Speak well of me; and, if thou find ill tongues When all his little flock's at feed before him. Too busy with my fame, don't hear me wronged; But what means this? Here's blood.

'Twill be a noble justice to the memory Cust. Ay, brother's blood.

Of a poor wretch, once honoured with thy love. Art thou prepared for everlasting pains ? How my head swims ! 'tis very dark. GoodPol. Oh, let me charge thee, by the eternal

night.

(Dics. justice,

Cast. If I survive thee—what a thought was Hurt not her tender life!

that? Cast. Not kill her? Rack me,

Thank heaven, I go prepared against that curse. Ye powers above, with all your choicest torments, Horror of mind, and pains yet uninvented,

EnterCHAMONT, disarmed and seized by ACASTO If I not practise cruelty upon her,

and Servants. And wreak revenge some way yet never known. Chu, Gape hell, and swallow me to quick darnMon. That task myself have finished; I shall

nation, die

If I forgive your house ! if I not live Before we part; I have drank a healing draught An everlasting plague to thee, Acasto, For all my cares, and never more shall wrong And all thy race! Ye've overpowered me now; thee.

But hear me, Heaven !-Ah, here's a scene of Pol. O she's innocent!

death! Cust. Tell me that story,

My sister, my Monimia breathless !-Now, And thou wilt make a wretch of me indeed. Ye

powers above, if have justice, strike, Pol. Hadst thou, Castalio, used me like a Strike bolts through me, and through the cursed friend,

Castalio! This ne'er had happened ; badst thou let me Acast. My Polydore! know

Pol. Who calls ? Thy marriage, we had all now met in joy ;

Acast. How com'st thou wounded ? But, ignorant of that,

Cast. Stand off, thou hot-brained, boisterous, Hearing the appointment made, enraged to think

noisy ruffian, Thou hadst outdone me in successful love, And leave me to my sorrows ! I, in the dark, went and supplied thy place; Cha. By the love Whilst, all the night, ʼmidst our triumphant joys, I bore her living, I will ne'er forsake her; The trembling, tender, kind, deceived Monimia, But here remain, till my heart burst with sobbing. Embraced, caressed, and called me her Castalio. Cast. Vanish, I charge thee, or Cast. And all this is the work of iny own for

[Draws a dagger. tune;

Cha. Thou canst not kill me; None but myself could e'er have been so cursed! That would be kindness, and against thy nature. My fatal love, alas ! has ruined thee,

Acast. What means Castalio? Sure thou wilt Thou fairest, goodliest frame the gods e'er made,

not pull Or ever human eyes and hearts adored.

More sorrows on thy aged father's head. I've murdered too my brother.

Tell me, I beg you, tell ine the sad cause
Why wouldst thou study ways to damn me far- Of all this ruin.
ther,

Pol. That must be my task:
And force the sin of parricide upon me? But 'tis too long for one in pain to tell;
Pol. 'l'was my own fault, and thou art inno- You'll in my closet find the story written
cent:

Of all our woes.

Castalio's innocent,
Forgive the barbarous trespass of my tongue; And so’s Monimia; only I'm to blaine.
'Twas a hard violence: I could have died Enquirs no farther.
With love of thee, even when I used thee worst : Cust. Thou, unkind Chamont,

ye

1 thee;

Unjustly hast pursued me with thy hate, I'll bear it all; but cursed to the degree
And sought the life of him, that never wronged That I am now, 'tis this must give me patience:

Thus I find rest, and shall complain no more. Now, if thou wilt embrace a nobler vengeance,

Stabs himself. Come, join with me, and curse

Pol. Castalio! oh! Cha. What?

Cast. I come. Cast. First, thyself,

Chamont, to thee my birth-right I bequeath; As I do, and the hour that gave thee birth : Comfort my mourning father, heal his griefs, Confusion and disorder seize the world,

(Acas. fuints into the arms of a servant. To spoil all trust and converse amongst men ! For I perceive they fall with weight upon him, 'Twixt families engender endless feuds,

And, for Monimia's sake, whom thou wilt find In countries needless fears, in cities factions, I never wronged, be kind to poor Serina. In states rebellion, and in churches schism! Now, all I beg, is, lay me in one grave Till all things move against the course of nature, Thus with my love. Farewell. I now am-noTill form's dissolved, the chain of causes broken,

thing.

[Diese And the original of being lost !

Cha. Take care of good Acasto, whilst I go Acast. Have patience.

To search the means, by which the fates have Cast. Patience! preach it to the winds,

plagued us. The roaring seas, or raging fires! the knaves 'Tis thus that heaven its empire does maintain; That teach it, laugh at ye, when ye believe them. It may afflict, but man must not complain. Strip me of all the common needs of life,

(Exeunt omnes. Scald me with leprosy, let friends forsake me,

EPILOGUE.

You've seen one Orphan ruin'd here, and I
May be the next, if old Acasto die;
Should it prove so, I'd fain amongst you find,
Who 'tis would to the fatherless be kind.
To whose protection might I safely go?
Is there amongst you no good nature? No.
What should I do? should I the godly seek,
And go a conventicling twice a week?
Quit the lewd stage, and its prophane pollution,
Affect each form and saint-like institution,
So draw the brethren all to contribution:

Or shall I (as I guess the poet may
Within these three days) fairly run away?
No, to some city-lodging I'll retire,
Seem very grave, and privacy desire :
Till I am thought some heiress rich in lands,
Fled to escape a cruel guardian's hands;
Which may produce a story worth the telling,
Of the next sparks that go a fortunc-stealing.

VENICE PRESERVED;

OR,

A PLOT DISCOVERED.

BY

OTWAY. .

PROLOGUE.
IN these distracted times, when each man dreads, Grown four days stiff, the better to prepare,
The bloody stratagems of busy heads;

And fit his pliant limbs to ride in chair: When we have feared three years we know not Yet here's an army raised, though under ground, what,

But no man seen, nor one commission found: Till witnesses begin to die o'th' rot,

Here is a traitor too, that's very old, What made our poet meddle with a plot ? Turbulent, subtle, mischievous, and bold, Was't that he fancied, for the very sake Bloody, revengeful, and, to crown his part, And name of plot, his trifling play might take? Loves fumbling with a wench, with all his heart; For there's not in't one inch-broad evidence, Till after having many changes past, But 'tis, he says, to reason plain and sense, In spite of age, (thanks t'heaven) is hang'd at last. And that he thinks a plausible defence. Next is a senator that keeps a whore; Were truth by sense and reason to be tried, In Venice none a higher office bore; Sure all our swearers might be laid aside. To lewdness every night the letcher ran, No, of such tools our author has no need, Shew me, all London, such another man, To make his plot, or make his play succeed. Match him at Mother Creswold's, if you can. He, of black bills, has no prodigious tales, Oh Poland ! Poland! had it been thy lot, Or, Spanish pilgrims cast ashore in Wales; T'have heard in time of this Venetian plot, Here's not one murdered magistrate at least: Thou surely chosen had'st one king from thence, Kept rank like ven’son for a city feast :

And honour'd them as thou hast England since.

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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.
MEN.

MAZZANA,
Duke of VENICE.

BRAMVEIL,

Conspirators. Priuli, father of Belvidera.

TERNON,
BEDAMAR, ambassador of Spain.

BRABE,
JAFFIER, husband of Belvidera.
PIERRE, friend of Jaffier.

WOMEN.
RENAULT,

BELVIDERA.
ELIOT,

AQUILINA, a Courtezan.
SPINOSA,
Conspirators.

Two Women, attendants on Belvidera.
THEODORE,

The Council of Ten. REVILLIDO,

Officer, Guard, Friar.
DURAND,

Executioner, and Rabble.
SCENE,–Venice.

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