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In leaving me to Polydore's ill usage.
Mon. Your brother, knowing on what terms He comes; and for once, oh, love, stand neuter,
I'm here, Whilst a hard part's performned! for I must The unhappy object of your father's charity, attempt to
Licentiously discoursed to me of love, Wound bis soft nature, though my heart aches And durst affront me with his brutal passion. for it.
Cast. 'Tis I have been to blame, and only I;
False to my brother, and unjust to thee.
For, oh! he loves thee too, and this day owned it, Cast. Monimia, Monimia !
Taxed me with mine, and claimed a right above And seemed to part with anger in her eyes. I am a fool, and she has found my weakness; Alon. And was your love so very tame, to She uses me already like a slave,
shrink? Fast bound in chains, to be chastised at will. Or, rather than lose him, abandon me? 'Twas not well done to trifle with my brother; Cast. I, knowing him precipitate and rash, I might have trusted him with all the secret, To calm his heat, and to conceal my happiness, Opened my silly heart, and shewn it bare.- Seemed to comply with his unruly will; But then he loves her too; but not like me : Talked as he talked, and granted all he asked; I am a doating honest slave, designed
Lest he in rage might have our loves betrayed, For bondage, marriage bonds, which I have sworn And I for ever had Monimia lost. It is the only thing I e'er
Mon. Could you then? did you? can you own Hid from his knowledge, and he'll sure forgive
it too? The first transgression of a wretched friend, 'Twas poorly done, unworthy of yourself! Betrayed to love, and all its little follies. [Erit. And I can never think you meant me fair.
Cast. Is this Monimia? surely no; till now Enter POLYDORE and Page at the door.
I ever thought her dove-like, soft, and kind. Pol. Here place yourself, and watch my bro- Who trusts his heart with woman is surely lost. ther thoroughly.
You were made fair on purpose to undo us, If he should chance to meet Monimia, make While greedily we snatch the alluring bait, Just observation on each word and action; And ne'er distrust the poison, that it hides. Pass not one circumstance without remark: Mon. When love ill-placed would find a means Sir, 'tis your office; do it, and bring me word.
to break[Exit Pol.
Cast. It never wants pretences or excuse.
Mon. Man therefore was a lord-like creature Enter Monimia and CastaliO.
made, Cast. Monimia, my angel ! 'twas not kind Rongh as the winds, and as inconstant too; To leave me like a turtle here alone,
A lotty aspect given him for cominand, To droop and mourn the absence of my mate. Easily softened, when he would betray. When thou art from me, every place is desert, Like conquering tyrants, you our breasts invade, And I, methinks, am savage and forloro; While you are pleased to forage for a while; Thy presence only 'tis can make me blest, But soon you find new conquests out, and leave Heal mny unquiet mind, and tune nuy soul. The ravaged province ruinate and waste. Mon: Oh, the bewitching tongues of faithless If so, Castalio, you have served my heart, men!
I find that desolation is settled there, Tis thus the false hyæna makes her moan,
And I shall ne'er recover peace again. To draw the pitying traveller to her den.
Cast. Who can hear this and bear an equal Your sex are so, such false dissemblers all,
mind! With sighs and plaints ye entice poor women's Since you will drive me from you, I must go; hearts,
But, oh, Moniinia! When thou hast banished And all, that pity you, are made your prey.
me, Cast. What means my love? Oh, how have I No creeping slave, though tractable and dull deserved
is artful woman for her ends would choose, This language, from the sovereign of my joys? Shall ever doat as I have done : for, oh! Stop, stop those tears, Monimia, for they fall
, No tongue my pleasure oor my pain can tell, Like baneful dew from a distempered sky; 'Tis heaven to have thee, and without thee hell. I feel them chill me to my very heart.
Mon. Castalio, stay! we must not part. I find Mon. Oh, you are false, Castalio, most for- My rage ebbs out, and love flows in apace.
These little quarrels, love inust needs forgive,
I'm ne'er so blest, as when I hear thy vows,
Cast. Where am I! surely paradise is röundi But to behold thy eyes, thy amazing beauties, me,
Might make him rage again with love, as I do: Sweets planted by the hand of Heaven grow here, Thou Nature's whole perfection in one piece ! And every sense is full of thy perfection. Sure, framing thee, Heaven took unusual care, To hear thee speak might calm a madman's As its own beauty it designed thee fair ; frenzy,
And formed thee by the best loved angel there. Till by attention he forgo: his sorrows;
SCENE I.-A Garden.
grew; his visage pale;
His speech forsook him; life itself seemed fled, Enter POLYDORE and Page.
And all his friends are waiting now about him. Pol. Were they so kind? Express it to me all In words; 'twill make me think I saw it too.
Enter Acasto, leaning on two. Page. At first I thought they had been inortal Acast. Support me; give me air; I'll yet reca
foes; Monimia raged, Castalio grew disturbed; 'Twas but a slip decaying nature made; Each thought the other wronged; yet both so For she grows weary near her journey's end. haughty,
Where are my sons? Come near, my Polydore; They scorned submission: though love all the Your brother; where's Castalio? while
Serv. My lord, The rebel played, and scarce could be contained. I've searched, as you commanded, all the house; Pol. But what succeeded ?
He and Monimia are not to be found. Page. Oh, 'twas wondrous pretty!
Acust. Not to be found! then where are all For, of a sudden, all the storm was past,
my friends? 'Tis well; A gentle calm of love succeeded it;
I hope they'll pardon an unhappy fault Moniinia sighed and blushed, Castalio swore; My unmannerly infirmity has made ! As you, my lord, I well remember, did
Death could not come in a more welcome hour; To my young sister, in the orange grove, For I'm prepared to meet him, and, methinks, When I was first preferred to be your page.
Would live and die with all my friends about me. Pol. Happy Castalio! Now, by my great soul,
Enter Castalio and MONIMIA. My ambitious soul, that languishes for glory, I'll bave her yet, by my best hopes I will ! Cast. Angels preserve my dearest father's life, She shall be mine, in spite of all her arts. Bless it with long uninterrupted days! But for Castalio why was I refused?
Oh, may he live till time itself decay, Has he supplanted me by some foul play? Till good men wish him dead, or I offend him! Traduced my honour? Death! he durst not do it. Acast. Thank you, Castalio; give me both your It must be so: we párted, and he met her,
hands, Half to compliance brought by me; surprised And bear me up; I'd walk.–So, now, methinks Her sinking virtue, till she yielded quite.
appear as great as Hercules himself, So poachers basely pick up tired game,
Supported by the pillars he had raised.
Acast. Let the good man enter.
Chap. Heaven guard your lordship, and restore Find out some song to please me, that describes Women's hypocrisics, their subtle wiles,
Acast. I have provided for thee, if I die.
I have divided it betwixt you both,
Equally parted, as you shared my love; Serv. Oh, the unhappiest tidings tongue e'er Only to sweet Moninia I have bequeathed told !
Ten thousand crowns; a little portion for her, Pol. The matter!
To wed her honourably as she's born. Sero. Oh! your father, my good master, Be not less friends because you are brothers; As with his guests he sat, in mirth raised high,
shun And chased the goblet round the joyful board, The man that's singular; his mind's unsound, A sudden trembling seized on all his limbs; His spleen o'erweighis his brains ; but, above all,
Avoid the politic, the factious fool,
Whilst I, at friendly distance, see him blest, The busy, buzzing, talking, hardened knave, Praise the kind gods, and wonder at his virtues. The quaint smooth rogue, that sins against his Acast. Chamont, pursue her, conquer and posreason,
sess her, Calls saucy loud suspicion public zeal,
And, as my son, the third of all my fortune And mutiny, the dictates of his spirit :
Shall be thy lot. Be very careful how you make new friends. But keep thy eyes from wandering, man of frailty. Men read not morals now: 'twas a custom : Beware the dangerous beauty of the wanton ; But all are to their father's vices born;
Shun their enticements; ruin, like a vulture, And in their mother's ignorance are bred. Waits on their conquests : "falsehood too's their Let marriage be the last inad thing you do,
business; For all the sins and follies of the past.
They put false beauty off to all the world, If you have children, never give them knowledge; Use false endearments to the fools that love them, 'Twill spoil their fortune; fools are all the fashion; And, when they marry, to their silly husbands If you have religion, keep it to yourselves; They bring false virtue, broken fame and forAtheists will else make use of toleration,
tune. And laugh you vut of it. Never shew religion, Mon. Hear ye that, my lord ? Except you mean to pass for knaves of conscience, Pol. Yes, my fair monitor, old men always And cheat believing fools, that think yo honest.
talk thus. Enter SerinA.
Acast. Chamont, you told me of some doubts,
that pressed you; Ser. My father!
Are you yet satisfied that I'm your friend? Acast. My heart's darling!
Cha. My lord, I would not lose that satisfacSer. Let iny knees
tion Fix to the earth, Ne'er let my eyes have rest, For any blessing I could wish for. But wake and weep, till leavea restore my father. As to my fears, already I have lost them; Acast. Rise to my arms, and thy kind prayers. They ne'er shall vex me more, nor trouble you. are answered.
Acust. I thank you. Daughter, you must da
disorder seeins all past and over, Chamont !
And I, methinks, begin to feel new health.
you but rest, it night restore you
quite. Cha. My lord, may it prove not an unlucky Acast. Yes, I'll to bed; old men must humour omen.
weakness : Many, I see, are waiting round about you, Let me have music, then, to lull and chase And I am come to ask a blessing too!
This melancholy thought of death away, Acast. Mayest thou be happy!
Good-night, my friends; Ileaven guard ye all ! Cha. Where?
good-night! Acast. In all thy wishes.
To-morrow early we'll salute the day, Cha. Confirm me so, and make this fair one Find out new pleasures, and redeem lost time. mine;
[Ereunt all but Chamont and Chaplain. I am unpractised in the trade of courtship, Cha. Ilist, liist, Sir Gravity, a word with you. And know not how to deal out love with art: Chap, With me, sir ! Onsets in love seem best like those in war, Che. If you're at leisure, sir, we'll waste an Fierce, resolute, and done with all the force;
bour. So I would open my whole heart at once, 'Tis yet too soon to sleep, and 'twill be charity And pour out the abundance of my soul. . To lend your conversation to a stranger. Acast. What says Serina ? Canst thou love a Chap. Sir, you are a soldier? soldier?
Cha. Yes. One born to honour, and to honour bred?
Chap. I love a soldier. One that has learned to treat even foes with And had been one myself, but that my parents kindness;
Would make me what you see me: yet I'm lio. To wrong no man's good fame, nor praise him- nest, self?
For all I wear black.
Have you had long dependence on this family? And joy must be a stranger to my heart,
Chap. I have not thoughi it so, because my When you are in danger. May Chamont's good time is fortune
Spent pleasantly. My lord's not haughty nor inRender him lovely to some happier maid !
Nor I gravely whimsical; he has good nature, Cha. Why, what affrights thee?
Chap. You do,
Who are not to be trusted with the secret.
Chap. You see I am so,
And hardly shall be mad enough-to-night So meet with respect, and am not the jest of the To trust you with my ruin, family.
Cha, Art thou then Cha. I'ın glad you are so happy.
So far concerned in it? What has been thy office? A pleasant fellow this, and may be useful. [Aside. Curse on that formal steady villain's face! Knew you my father, the old Chamont? Just so do all bawds look : nay, bawds, they say, Chap. I did, and was most sorry, when we lost Can pray upon occasions, talk of heaven, him.
Turn up their goggling eye-balls, rail at vice, Cha. Why? didst thou love him?
Dissemble, lie, and preach like
Chap. Sir, I am not often used thus,
Chap. So I shall be to the trust,
That is laid upon me. Chap. I can be no man's foe.
Cha. By the reverenced soul Cha. Then prithee tell me,
Of that great honest man, that gave me being, Think'st thou the lord Castalio loves my sister? Tell me but what thou knowest concerns my Nay, never start. Come, come, I know thy honour, office
And if I e'er reveal it to thy wrong, Opens thee all the secrets of the family; May this good sword ne'er do me right in battle! Then, if thou’rt honest, use this freedoin kindly. May I ne'er know that blessed peace of mind, Chap. Love your sister !
That dwells in good and pious men like thee! Cha. Ay, love her.
Chap. I see your temper's moved, and I will Chap. Sir, I never asked him, And wonder you should ask it me.
Cha. Wilt thou? Cha. Nay, but thou art an hypocrite; is there Chup. I will; but if it ever escape you
Cha. It never shall. Of all thy tribe that's honest? In your schools Chap. Swear then. The pride of your superiors makes ye slaves; Cha. I do, by all Ye all live loathsome, sneaking, servile lives; That's dear to me, by the honour of my name, Not frec enough to practice generous truth, And by that power i serve, it never shall
. Though ye prviend to teach it to the world. Chap. Then this good day, when all the bouse Chup. I would deserve a better thought from was busy, you.
When mirth and kind rejoicing filled each room, Cha. If thou wouldst have me not contemn As I was walking in the grove, I met them. thy office
Cha. What! met them in the grove together! And character, think all thy brethren knaves,
Tell me Thy trade a cheat, and thou its worst professor, How, walking, standing, sitting, lying, ha! Inform ine; for I tell thee, priest, I'll know. Chap. I, by their own appointment, met them Chap. Either he loves her, or he much has there, wronged her.
Received their marriage-vows, and joined their Cha. How! wronged her? Have a care, for hands. this may lay
Cha. How, married ! A scene of mischief to undo us all.
Chap. Yes, sir. But tell me, wronged her, saidst thou ?
Cha. Then my soul's at peace. Chap. Ay, sir, wronged her.
But why would you so long delay to give it. Cha. This is a secret worth a monarch's for- Chap. Not knowing what reception it may find
With old Acasto; may be I was too cautious What shall I give thee for it? Thou dear physician To trust the secret from me. Of sickly souls, unfold this riddle to me,
Cha. What's the cause Avd comfort mine
I cannot guess, though it is my sister's honour, Chap. I would hide nothing from you willingly. I do not like this marriage, Cha. Nay, then again thou art honest. Would'st Iuddled in the dark, and done at too much thou tell me?
venture; Chap. Yes, if I durst,
The business looks with an unlucky face.
Keep still the secret; for it ne'er shall escape | But speak not the least word; for if you should, me,
'Tis surely heard, and all will be betrayed. Not ev'n to them, the new matched pair. Fare- Cast. Oh! doubt it not, Monimia; our joys well.
Shall be as silent as the ecstatic bliss Believe my truth, and know me for thy friend. Of souls, that by intelligence converse !
[Exit. Immortal pleasures shall our senses drown,
Thought shall be lost, and every power dissolved. Enter CASTALIO and MONIMIA.
Away, my love; first take this kiss. Now haste. Cast. Young Chamont and the chaplain? sure I long for that to come, yet grudge each minute 'tis they!
[Erit. Mon. No matter what's contrived, or who consulted, My brother wandering too so late this way! Since my Monimia's mine; though this sad look Pol. Castalio! Seems no good boding omen to her bliss ;
Cast. My Polydore, how dost thou? Else prithee tell me why that look cast down? How does our father? Is he well recovered? Why that sad sigh, as if thy heart was breaking? Pol. I left him happily reposed to rest ; Jlor. Castalio, I am thinking what we have He's still as gay as if his life were young. done.
But how does fair Monimia? The heavenly powers were sure displeased to-day; Cast. Doubtless, well: For at the ceremony as we stood,
A cruel beauty, with her conquest pleased, And as your hand was kindly joined with mine, Is always joyful, and her mind in health. As the good priest pronounced the sacred words, Pol. Is she the same Monimia still she was! Passion grew big, and I could not forbear, May we not hope she's made of mortal mould? Tears drowned my eyes, and trembling seized my Cast. She's not woman else: soul.
Though I am grown weary of this tedious hoping; What should that mean?
We have in a barren desert strayed too long. Cast. Oh, thou art tender all!
Pol. Yet may relief be unexpected found, Gentle and kind as sympathising nature! And love's sweet manna cover all the field. When a sad story has been told, I have seen Met ye to-day? Thy little breasts, with soft compassion swelled, Cast. No; she has still avoided me: Move up and down, and heave like dying birds. Her brother, too, is jealous of her grown, But now let fear be banished, think no more And has been binting something to my father. Of danger; for there's safety in my aris;
I wish I had never meddled with the matter : Let thein receive thee. Heaven grows jealous And would enjoin thee, Polydorenow;
Pol. To what? Sure she's too good for any mortal creature ! Cast. To leave this peevish beauty to herself. I could grow wild, and praise thee even to mad- Pol. What, quit my love? As soon I would
quit my post But wherefore do I dally with my bliss? In fight, and, like a coward, run away. The night's far spent, and day draws on apace; No, by my stars, I'll chase her, till she yields To bed, my love, and wake till I come thither. To me, or meets her rescue in another.
Pol. So hot, my brother! [Polydore at the door. Cast. Nay, she has beauty, that might shake Mon. "Twill be impossible;
the leagues You know your father's chamber is next to mine, Of mighty kings, and set the world at odds; And the least noise will certainly alarm him. But I have wondrous reasons on my side,
Cast. Impossible ! impossible! alas : That would persuade thee, were they known. Is it impossible to live one hour without thee? Pol. Then speak them : Let me behold those eyes; they'll tell me truth. What are they? Came ye to her window here, Hast thou no longing? art thou still the same To learn them now? Castalio, have a care ; Cold, icy virgin? No; thou art altered quite : Use honest dealing with a friend and brother. Haste, haste to bed, and let loose all thy wishes. Believe me, I am not with my love so blinded, Mon. Tis but one night, my lord; I pray be But can discern your purpose to abuse me. ruled.
Quit your pretences to her. Cast. Try if thou hast power to stop a flowing Cast. Grant I do; tide,
You love capitulations, Polydore,
Cast. To-morrow I may tell you.
Cust. It is a matter of such consequence, ber door;
As I must well consult ere I reveal. And at that signal you shall gain admittance: But prithec cease to think I would abuse thee,