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Mon. I never see you now; you have been | The pleasure, not the pangs of his desire. kinder,

He said, no woman's smiles should buy his freeSat by my bed, and sung me pretty songs ;

dom; Perhaps I've been ungrateful. Here's money for And marriage is a mortifying thing. you:

Mon. Then I am ruined ! If Castalio's false, Will you oblige me? Shall I see you oftener? Where is there faith and honour to be found?

Page. Madam, I'd serve you with my soul : Ye gods, that guard the innocent, and guide But in the morning when you call me to you, The weak, protect, and take me to your care. As by your bed I stand, and tell you stories, Oh, but I love him! There's the rock will wreck I am ashamed to see your swelling breasts,

me ! It makes me blush, they are so very white. Why was I made with all my sex's softness, Mon. Oh, men for flattery and deceit re- Yet want the cunning to conceal its follies? nowned !

I'll see Castalio, tax him with his falsehoods, Thus, when ye are young, ye learn it all, like him, Be a true woman, rail, protest my wrongs; Till as your years increase, that strengthens too, Resolve to hate him, and yet love him still. To undo poor maids, and make our ruin easy.

Enter Castalio and POLYDORE. Tell me, Cordelio, for thou oft hast heard Their friendly converse, and their bosom secrets; He comes, the conqueror comes ! lie still, my Sometimes, at least, have they not talked of me? heart, Page. Oh, madam, very wickedly they have and learn to bear thy injuries with scorn. talked!

Cast. Madam, my brother begs he may have But I am afraid to name it; for, they say,

leave Boys must be whipped, that tell their masters' se- To tell you something, that concerns you nearly. crets.

I leave you, as becomes me, and withdraw. Mon. Fear not, Cordelio; it shall ne'er be Mon. My lord, Castalio! known;

Cast. Madam?
For I'll preserve the secret as 'twere mine. Mon. Have you purposed
Polydore cannot be so kind as I.

To abuse me palpably? What means this usage?
I'll furnish thee with all thy harmless sports, Why am I left with Polydore alone?
With pretty toys, and thou shalt be my page. Cast. He best can tell you. Business of im-

Page. And truly, madam, I had rather be so. portance Methinks

you love me better than my lord; Calls me away; I must attend my father. For he was never half so kind as you are.

Mon. Will you then leave me thus? What must I do?

Cast. But for a moment. Mon. Inform me how thou hast heard

Mon. It has been otherwise; the time has Castalio, and his brother, use my name.

been, Page. With all the tenderness of love ; When business might have staid, and · I becn You were the subject of their last discourse.

heard. At first I thought it would have fatal proved; Cast. I could for ever hear thee; but this time But as the one grew hot, the other cooled, Matters of such odd circumstances press me, And yielded to the frailty of his friend;

That I must go

(Erit. At last, after much struggling, 'twas resolved- Mon. Then go, and, if it be possible, for ever. Mon. What, good Cordelio?

Well, my lord Polydore, I guess your business, Page. Not to quarrel for you.

And read the ill-natured purpose in your eyes. Mon. I would not have them; by my dearest Pol. If to desire you more than misers wealth,

Or dying men an hour of added life; I would not be the argument of strife.

If softest wishes, and a heart more true But surely my Castalio wont forsake me, Than ever suffered yet for love disdained, And make a mockery of my easy love.

Speak an ill nature, you accuse me justly. Went they together?

Mon. Talk not of love, my lord! I must not Page. Yes, to seek you, madam.

hear it. Castalio promised Polydore to bring him

Pol. Who can behold such beauty and be siWhere he alone might meet you,

lent? And fairly try the fortune of his wishes.

Desire first taught us words. Man, when creaMon. Am I then grown so cheap, just to be ted, made

At first alone long wandered up and down, A common stake, a prize for love in jest? Forlorn, and silent as his vassal-beasts; Was not Castalio very loth to yield it? But when a heaven-born maid, like you, apOr was it Polydore's unruly passion,

peared, That heightened the debate?

Strange pleasures filled his eyes, and fired his Page. The fault was Polydore's.

heart, Castalio played with love, and smiling shewed Unloosed his tongue, and his first talk was love.



Mon. The first created pair indeed were , Now smile, then frown; now sorrowful, then

blessed; They were the only objects of each other, Now pleased, now not; and all you know not Therefore he courted her, and her alone :

why! But in this peopled world of beauty, where Virtue you affect; inconstancy's your practice ; There's roving room, where you may court, and And when your loose desires once get dominion, ruin

No hungry churl feeds coarser at a feast; A thousand more, why need you talk to me? Every rank fool goes down.

Pol. Oh! I could talk to thee for ever. Thus Mon. Indeed, my lord, Eternally admiring, fix and gaze

I own my sex's follies; I have them all. On those dear eyes; for every glance they send And, to avoid its fault, must fly from you. Darts through my soul, and almost gives enjoy- Therefore, believe me, could you raise me higla ment.

As most fantastic woman's wish could reach, Mon. How can you labour thus for my un- And lay all nature's riches at my feet; doing?

I'd rather run a savage in the woods I must confess, indeed, I owe you more

Amongst brute beasts, grow wrinkled and deThan ever I can hope or think to pay.

forined, There always was a friendship 'twixt our families; As wildness and most rude neglect could make And therefore, when my tender parents died,

me, Whose ruined fortunes too expired with them, So I might still enjoy my honour safe Your father's pity and his bounty took me, From the destroying wiles of faithless men.-A poor and helpless orphan, to his care.

[Erit. Pol. 'Twas heaven ordained it so, to make me Pol. Who'd be that sordid foolish thing, called happy:

man, Hence with this peevish virtue! 'tis a cheat, To cringe thus, fawn, and flatter for a pleasure, And those, who taught it first, were hypocrites. Which beasts enjoy so very much above him? Come, these soft tender limbs were made for The lusty bull ranges through all the field, yielding.

And from the herd singling bis female out, Mon. Here on my knees, by Heaven's blest Enjoys her, and abandons her at will. power I swear,

[Kneels. It shall be so; I'll yet possess my love; If you persist, I ne'er henceforth will see you, Wait on, and watch her loose unguarded hours ; But rather wander through the world a beggar, Then, when her roving thoughts have been aAnd live on sordid scraps at proud men's doors; broad, For though to fortune lost, I'll still inherit And brought in wanton wishes to her heart, My mother's virtues, and my father's honour. In the very minute, when her virtue nods, Pol. Intolerable vanity! your sex

I'll rush upon her in a storm of love, Was never in the right ! ye are always false Beat down her guard of honour all before me, Or silly; even your dresses are not more Surfeit on joys, till even desire grows sick; Fantastic than your appetites; you think

Then, by long absence, liberty regain, Of nothing twice. Opinion you have none.

And quite forget the pleasure and the pain. To-day ye are nice, to-morrow none so free ;

(Ereunt Pol and Page.




Cast. The actions of your life were always

wondrous. A Saloon.- Enter Acasto, Castalio, and Po

Acast. No fattery, boy! an honest man cant

live by it; Acust. To-day has been a day of glorious sport. It is a little sneaking art, which knaves When you, Castalio, and your brother left me, Use to cajole and souten fools withal. Forth from the thickets rushed another boar, If thou hast flattery in thy nature, out with it, Si large, he seemed the tyrant of the woods, Or send it to a court, for there 'twill thrive. With all his dreadful bristles raised up high, Pol. Why there? They seemned a grove of spears upon his back; Acast. 'Tis, next to money, current there; Foaming, he came at me, where I was posted, To be seen daily in as many forms Best to observe which way he'd lead the chase, As there are sorts of vanities, and men ; Whetting his huge large tusks, and gaping wide, The supercilious statesman has his sneer, As if he already had me for his prey;

To soothe a poor inan off with, that cant' bribe Till brandishing my well-poised javelin high, With this bold executing arin, I'struck

The grave dull fellow of small business soothes The ugly, brindled monster to the heart. The hunourist, and will needs admire his wit.



Who, without spleen, could see a hot-brained

Thanking a surly doctor for his sermon?

Ser. My lord, my father !
Or a grave counsellor meet a smooth young Acast. Blessings on my child,

My little cherub! what hast thou to ask me?. Squeeze him by the hand, and praise his good Ser. I bring you, sir, most glad and welcome

complexion ? Pol. Courts are the places, where best man- The young Chamont, whom you have so often ners flourish;

wished for, Where the deserving ought to rise, and fools Is just arrived and entering. Make shew. Why should I vex and chafe my Acast. By my soul, spleen,

And all my honours, he is most dearly welcome ; To see a gaudy coxcomb shine, when I

Let me receive him like his father's friend. Have seen enough to soothe him in his follies,

Enter CHAMONT. And ride him to advantage as I please? Acast. Who merit, ought indeed to rise in the Welcome, thou relict of the best loved man! world;

Welcome, from all the turmoils and the hazards But no wise man, that's honest, should expect it. Of certain danger and uncertain fortune ! What man of sense wold rack his generous mind, Welcome, as happy tidings after fears! To practise all the base formalities

Cha. Words would but wrong the gratitude I And forms of business? force a grave starched

owe you : face,

Should I begin to speak, my soul is so full,
When he is a very libertine in his heart? That I should talk of nothing else all day.
Seem not to know this or that man in public,

When privately perhaps they meet together,
And lay the scene of some brave fellow's ruin? Mon, My brother!
Such things are done.

Cha, Oh my sister ! let me hold thee
Cast. Your lordship's wrongs have been Long in my arms. I have not beheld thy face
So great, that you with justice may complain; These many days; by night I have often seen
But suffer us, whose younger minds ne'er felt

thee Fortune's deceits, to court her as she's fair. In gentle dreams, and satisfied my soul Were sbe a common mistress, kind to all, With fancied joys, 'till morning cares awaked me. Her worth would cease, and half the world grow Another sister ! sure it must be so; idle.

Though I remember well I had but one: Acast. Go to, yê are fools, and know me not; But I feel something in my heart that prompts, I've learned,

And tells me, she has claim and interest there. Long since, to bear, revenge, or scorn my wrongs,

Acust. Young soldier, you have not only studiAccording to the value of the doer. You both would fain be great, and to that end Courtship, I see, has been your practice too, Desire to do things worthy your ambition. And may not prove unwelcome to my daughter. Go to the camp, preferment's noblest mart, Cha. Is she your daughter! then my heart told Where honour ought to have the fairest play, true, you'll find

nd I am at least her brother by adoption; Corruption, envy, discontent, and faction, For you have made yourself to me a father, Almost in every band. How many men And by that patent Ì have leave to love her. Have spent their blood in their dear country's Ser. Monimia, thou hast told me men are false, service,

Will flatter, feign, and make an art of love: Yet now pine under want, whilst selfish slaves, Is Chamont so? No, sáre, he is more than man, That e'en would cut their throats, whom now Something that is near divine, and truth dwells in they fawn on,

him. Like deadly locusts, eat the honey up,

Acast. Thus happy, who would envy pompous Which those industrious bees so hardly toiled for. power, Cast. These precepts suit not with my active The luxury of courts, or wealth of cities? mind;

Let there be joy through all the house this day! Methinks I would be busy.

In every room let plenty flow at large!
Pol. So would I,

It is the birth-day of my royal master.
Not loiter out my life at home, and know You have not visited the court, Chamont,
No farther than one prospect gives me leave. Since your return?
Acast. Busy your minds then, study arts and Cha. I have no business there;

I have not slavish temperance enough
Learn how to value merit, though in rags, To attend a favourite's heels, and watch his smiles,
And scorn a proud ill-mannered knave in office. Bear an ill office done me to my face,

ed war,



And thank the lord, that wronged me, for his fa- | One fate surprised them, and one grave received

them; Acast. This you could do. [To his sons. My father, with his dying breath, bequeathed Cast. I would serve my prince.

Her to my love. My mother, as she lay Acast. Who would serve him?

Languishing by him, called me to her side, Cast. I would, my lord.

Took me in her fainting arms, wept, and embraPol. And I; both would.

ced me : Acast. Away!

Then pressed me close, and, as she observed my He needs not any servants such as you.

tears, Serve him! he merits more than man can do! Kissed them away. Said she, 'Chamont, my son, He is so good, praise cannot speak his worth ; * By this, and all the love I ever shewed thee, So merciful, sure he never slept in wrath; * Be careful of Monimia; watch her youth; So just, that were he but a private man, . Let not her wants betray her to dishonour : He could not do a wrong. How would you serve Perhaps kind heaven may raise some friend him?

Then sighed, Cast. I would serve him with my fortune here Kissed me again ; so blessed us, and expired. at home,

Pardon my grief! And serve him with my person in his wars," Acast. It speaks an honest nature. Watch for him, fight for him, bleed for him. Cha. The friend heaven raised was you; you Pol. Die for him,

took her As every true-born loyal subject ought.

An infant, to the desart world exposed, Acast. Let me embrace you both. Now, by And proved another parent, the souls

Acast. I have not wronged her. Of my brave ancestors, I am truly happy!

Cha. Far be it from my fears. For this be ever blest my marriage-day,

Acast. Then why this argument? Blest be your mother's memory, that bore you; Cha. My lord, my nature's jealous, and you'll And doubly blest be that auspicious hour,

bear it. That gave ye birth ! Yes, my aspiring boys,

Acast. Go on. Ye shall have business, when your master wants Cha. Great spirits bear misfortunes hardly. you.

Good offices claim gratitude ; and pride, You cannot serve a nobler : I have served him; Where power is wanting, will usurp a little, In this old body yet the marks remain

And make us, rather than be thought behindOf many wounds. I have, with this tongue, pro- hand, claimed

Pay over-price.
His right, even in the face of rank rebellion; Acast. I cannot guess your drift;
And, when a foul-mouthed traitor once profaned Distrust you me?
His sacred name, with my good sabre drawn, Cha. No, but I fear her weakness
Even at the head of all his giddy rout,

May make her pay her debt at any rate;
I rushed, and clove the rebel to the chine. And, to deal freely with your lordship's goodness,

I have heard a story lately much disturbs me. Enter Servant.

Acast: Then first charge her; and if the ofSero. My lord, the expected guests are just ar- fence be found rived.

Within my reach, though it should touch my naAcast. Go you, and give them welcome and ture, reception.

In my own offspring, by the dear remembrance [Ereunt Castalio, Polydore, Serina, &c. Of thy brave father, whom my heart rejoiced in, Cha. My lord, I stand in need of your assist- I would prosecute it with severest vengeance.

[Exit. In something, that concerns my peace and honour. Cha. I thank you from my soul. Acast. Spoke like the son of that brave man I Mon. Alas! my brother! loved :

What have I doné? and why do you abuse me? So freely, friendly, we conversed together. My heart quakes in me; in your settled face, Whate'er it be, with confidence impart it; And clouded brow, methinks I see my fate. Thou shalt command my fortune and my sword. You will not kill me ! Cha. I dare not doubt your friendship, nor your Cha. Prithee, why dost thou talki so ? justice;

Mon. Look kindly on me, then : I cannot bear Your lounty shewn to what I hold most dear, Severity; it daunts, and does amaze me. My orphan sister, must not be forgotten. My heart is só tender, should you charge me Acust. Prithee no more of that, it grates my

roughly, nature.

I should but weep, and answer you with sobbing i Cha. When our dear parents died, they died But use me gently, like a loving brother, together,

And search through all the secrets of my soul.



Cha. Fear nothing; I will shew myself a bro- | With different coloured rags, black, red, white, ther,

yellow, A tender, honest, and a loving brother.

And seemed to speak variety of wretchedness. You have not forgot our father?

I asked her of my way, which she informed me; Mon. I shall never.

Then craved my charity, and bade me hæsten Cha. Then you'll remember too, he was a man, To save a sister : at that word I started! That lived up to the standard of his honour, Mon. The common cheat of beggars ; every And prized that jewel more than mines of wealth. day lle'd not have done a shameful thing but once, They flock about our doors, pretend to gifts Though kept in darkness from the world, and of prophecy, and telling fools their fortunes. hidden,

Cha. Oh! but she told me such a tale, MoniHe could not have forgiven it to himself,

mia, This was the only portion that he left us; As in it bore great circumstance of truth: And I more glory in it, than if possest

Castalio and Polydore, my sister ! Of all, that ever fortune threw on fools.

Mon. Ha! Twas a large trust, and must be managed nicely. Cha. What, altered ! does your courage fail Now, if by any chance, Monimia, You have soiled this gem, and taken from its ya- Now, by my father's soul, the witch was honest. lue,

Answer me, if thou hast not lost to them How will you account with me?

Thy honour, at a sordid game? Mon. I challenge envy,

Mon. I will, Malice, and all the practices of hell,

I must, so hardly my misfortune loads me; To censure all the actions of my past

That both have offered me their loves, most true. Unhappy life, and taint me if they can!

Cha. And 'tis as true too, they have both unCha. "I'll tell thee, then; three nights ago, as I done thee. Lay musing in my bed, all darkness round me, Mon. Though they both with earnest vows A sudden damp struck to my heart, cold sweat Have pressed my heart, if e'er in thought I yieldDewed all my face, and trembling seized my

ed limbs.

To any but CastalioMy bed shook under me, the curtains started, Cha. But Castalio! And to my tortured fancy there appeared

Mon. Still will you cross the line of my dise The form of thee, thus beauteous as thou art;

course! Thy garments flowing loose, and in each hand Yes, I confess, that he has won my soul A wanton lover, who by turns caressed thee, By generous love, and honourable vows, With all the freedom of unbounded pleasure. Which he this day appointed to complete, I snatched my sword, and in the very moment And make himself by holy marriage mine, Darted it at the phantom; straight it left me. Cha. Art thou then spotless? Hast thou still Then rose, and called for lights, when, oh, dire preserved omen!

Thy virtue white, without a blot, untainted? I found my weapon had the arras pierced, Mon. When I'm unchaste may Heaven reject Just where that famous tale was interwoven,

my prayers ! How the unhappy Theban slew his father. Or more, to make me wretched, may you know it!

Mon. And for this cause my virtue is suspected ! Cha. Oh, then, Monimia, art thou dearer to me Because in dreams your fancy has been ridden, Than all the comforts, ever yet blest man. I must be tortured waking !

But let not marriage bait thee to thy ruin. Cha. Have a care!

Trust not a man; we are by nature false, Labour not to be justified too fast.

Dissembling, subtle, cruel, and inconstant. Hear all, and then let justice hold the scale. When a man talks of love, with caution trust him; What followed was the riddle, that confounds me. But if he swears, he'll certainly deceive thee. Through a close lane, as I pursued my journey, I charge thee, let no more Castalio soothe thee! And meditating on the last night's vision, Avoid it, as thou wouldst preserve the peace I spied a wrinkled hag, with age grown double, Of a poor brother, to whose soul thou art prePicking dry sticks, and mumbling to herself;

cious. Iler eyes with scalding rheum were galled and Mon. I will. red;

Cha. Appear as cold, when next you meet, as Cold palsy shook her head, her hands seemed great ones, withered,

When merit begs; then shalt thou see how soon And o'er her crooked shoulders had she wrapped His heart will cool, and all his pains grow easy, The tattered remnant of an old striped hanging,

[Erit. Which served to keep her carcase from the cold; Mon. Yes, I will try him; torture him severely, So there was nothing of a piece about her. For, oh, Castalio! thou too much hast wronged Iler lower weeds were all o'er coarsely patched


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