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my love,

Cleo. Oh, tell me so again!

And, oh ! 'tis better far to have him thus, And take ten thousand kisses for that word- Than see him in her arms !-0 welcome, welMy lord! my lord ! speak, if you yet have come!

being! Sign to me if you cannot speak! or cast

Enter CHARMION and Iras, with the aspicks, fc. One look! do any thing, that shows you

live! Char. What must be done? Iras. He is gone too far to hear you,

Cleo. Short
ceremony,

friends; And this, you see, a lump of senseless clay, But yet it must be decent. First, this laurel The leavings of a soul.

Shall crown my hero's head: he fell not basely, Char. Remember, madam,

Nor left his shield behind him. Only thou He charged you not to grieve.

Couldst triumph o'er thyself, and thou alone Cleo. And I'll obey him.

Wert worthy so to triumph.
I have not loved a Roman not to know

Char. To what end
What should become his wife his wife, my These ensigns of your pomp and royalty?
Charmion!

Cleo. Dull, that thou art! why, 'tis to meet
For 'tis to that high title I aspire;
And now I'll not die less. Let dull Octavia As when I saw him first on Cydno's bank,
Survive, to mourn him dead: my noble fate All sparkling like a goddess; so adorned,
Shall knit our spousals with a tie, too strong I'll find him once again; my second spousals
For Roman laws to break.

Shall match my first in glory. Haste, haste, both, Iras. Will you then die ?

And dress the bride of Antony ! Cleo. Why shouldst thou make that question? Char, 'Tis done. Fly both, and bring the cure of all our ills. Cleo. Now set me by my lord; I claim this Iras. Cæsar is merciful.

place, Cleo. Let him be so

For I must conquer Cæsar, too, like him,
To those, that want his mercy: My poor lord And win my share of the world. Hail, you dear
Made no such covenant with him to spare me,

relicks
When he was dead. Yield me to Cæsar's pride! Of my immortal love !
What! to be led in triumph through the streets, Oh, let no impious hand remove you hence,
A spectacle to base plebeian eyes,

But rest for ever here! let Egypt give
While some dejected friend of Antony's, His death that peace, which it denied his life!
Close in a corner, shakes his head, and mutters Reach me the casket.
A secret curse on her, who ruined hiin!

Iras. Underneath the fruit the aspick lies. I'll none of that.

Cleo. Welcome, thou kind deceiver ! Char. Whatever you resolve,

[Putting aside the leaves. I'll follow, even to death.

Thou best of thieves ! who with an easy key Iras. I only feared

Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, For you, but more should fear to live without Even steals us from ourselves, discharging so you.

Death's dreadful office better than himself, Cleo. Why, now 'tis as it should be. Quick, Touching our limbs so gently into slumber, my friends,

That Death stands by, deceived by his own image, Dispatch! ere this the town's in Cæsar's hands : And thinks himself but sleep. Bly lord looks down concerned, and fears my Ser. The queen, where is she? [Within. stay,

The town is yielded, Cæsar's at the gates. Lest I should be surprised :

Cleo. He comes too late to invade the rights Keep him not waiting for his love too long.

of death. You, Charmion, bring my crown and richest Haste, haste, my friend, and rouse the serpent's jewels;

fury. With them the wreath of victory I made

(Holds out her arm, and draws it back. (Vain augury!) for him, who now lies dead : Coward fleshYou, Iras, bring the cure of all our ills.

Wouldst thou conspire with Cæsar to betray me, Iras. The aspicks, madam?

As thou wert none of mine? I'll force thee to it, Cleo. Must I bid you twice?

And not be sent by him,

[Er. Char, and Iras. And bring myself, my soul, to Antony. Tis sweet to die, when they would force life on [Turns aside, and then shows her arm bloody. me,

Take hence : the work is done! To rush into the dark abode of death

Ser. Break ope the door,

(Within. And seize him first ! If he be like my love, And guard the traitor well. lle is not frightful sure !

Char. The next is ours.
We are now alone, in secrecy and silence, Iras. Now, Charmion, to be worthy
And is not this like lovers? I may kiss

Of our great queen and mistress.
These pale cold lips-Octavia does not see me;

[They apply the aspicks. Cleo. Already, death, I feel thee in my Char. Yes, 'tis well done, and like a queen, veins;

the last I go with such a will to find my lord,

Of her great race. I follow her. (Sinks down. Dies. That we shall quickly meet.

Aler. Tis true, A heavy numbness creeps through every limb, She has done well: much better thus to die, And now 'tis at my head: my eyelids fall

, Than live to make a holiday in Rome. And my dear love is vanished in a mist!

Ser. See how the lovers lie in state together, Where shall I find him, where ? oh! turn me to As they were giving laws to half mankind ! him,

The impression of a smile, left in her face, And lay me on his breast !-Cæsar, thy worst ! Shows she died pleased with him, for whom she Now part us if thou canst.

[Dies. lived, [ Iras sinks down at her feet and dies, Charmion And went to charm him in another world. stands behind her chair as dressing her head. Cæsar's just entering; grief has now no leisure.

Secure that villain, as our pledge of safety, Enter SERAPIon, two Priests, Alexas, bound, To grace the imperial triumph. Sleep, blest and Egyptians.

pair!

Secure from human chance, long ages out, 2 Priest. Behold, Serapion, what havoc death While all the storms of fate fly o'er your tomb: has made !

And fame to late posterity shall tell, Ser. "Twas what I feared.

No lovers lived so great, or died so well. Charmion, is this well done?

[Ereunt omres. THE

ORPHAN;

OR

THE UNHAPPY MARRIAGE.

BY

OTWAY.

DRAMATIS PERSONE

MEN,

Page.
Acasto, a nobleman retired from the court, and Chaplain,

Servant,
living privately in the country.
CASTALIO,
POLYDORE, S

WOMEN.
CHAMONT, a young soldier of fortune, brother to MONIMIA, the Orphan, left under the guardian-
Monimia.

ship of old Acasto. ERNESTO.

SERINA, Acusto's daughter. PAULINO.

FLORELLA, Monimia's aoman.

his sons.

Scene--Bohemia.

ACT 1.

SCENE I.

Paul. It was his virtue at first made me serre

him; Enter Paulino and ERNESTO.

He is the best of masters and of friends : Paul. Tis strange, Ernesto, this severity I know he has lately been invited thither, Should still reign powerful in Acasto's mind, Yet still he keeps his stubborn purpose; cries To hate the court, where he was bred and lived, He is old, and willingly would be at rest. All honours heaped on him, that power could I doubt there's deep resentment in his mind, give.

For the late slight his honour suffered there. Ern. 'Tis true, he hither came a private gen- Ern. Has he not reason? When, for what he tleman,

had borne, But young and brave, and of a family

Long, hard, and painful toil, he might have claimed Ancient and noble, as the empire holds. Places in honour, and employment high; The honours he has gained are justly his ; A huffing, shining, flattering, cringing coward, He purchased them in war: thrice has he led A canker-worm of peace, was raised above him. An army 'gainst the rebels, and as often

Paul. Yet still he holds just value for the king, Returned with victory. The world has not Nor ever names him but with highest reverence. A truer soldier, or a better subject.

'Tis noble that. FOL. I.

Y

Ern. Oh! I have heard him wanton in his Paul. Oh, that's a royal sport! praise,

We yet may see the old man in a morning, Speak things of him might charm the ears of en- Lusty as health, come ruddy to the field, vy.

And there pursue the chase, as if he meant Paul. Oh, may he live, till Nature's self grows To o'ertake time, and bring back youth again. old,

Ereunt. And from her womb no more can bless the earth!

SCENE II.-A Garden.
For, when he dies, farewell all honour, bounty,
All generous encouragement of arts;

Enter Castalio, POLYDORE, and Page.
For Charity herself becomes a widow.

Cast. Polydore, our sport Ern. No; he has two sons, that were ordained Has been to-day much better for the danger; to be

When, on the brink, the foaming boar I met, As well his virtues' as his fortune's heirs. And in his side thought to have lodged my spear, Paul. They're both of nature mild, and full of The desperate savage rushed within my force

, sweetness;

And bore me headlong with him down the rock. They came twins from the womb, and still they Pol. But thenlive,

Cast. Ay, then, my brother, my friend, PolyAs if they would go twins, too, to the grave :

dore, Neither has any thing he calls his own,

Like Perseus mounted on his winged steed, But of each other's joys, as griefs, partaking; Came on, and down the dangerous precipice leap'd, So very honestly, so well they love,

To save Castalio. 'Twas a godlike act! As they were only for each other born.

· Pol. But, when I came, I found you conqueror. Ern. Never was parent in an offspring hap- Oh, my heart danced to see your danger past ! pier;

The heat and fury of the chase was cold, He has a daughter too, whose blooming age And I had nothing in my mind but joy: Promises goodness equal to her beauty,

Cast. So, Polydore, methinks, we might in war Paul. And as there is a friendship 'twixt the Rush on together; thou shouldst be my guard, brethren,

And I be thine; what is it could hurt us then? So has her infant nature chosen too

Now half the youth of Europe are in arms, A faithful partner of her thoughts and wishes, How fulsome must it be to stay behind, And kind companion of her harmless pleasures. And die of rank diseases here at home? Ern. You mean the beauteous orphan, fair Pol. No! let me purchase in my youth reMonimia.

nown, Paul. The same, the daughter of the brave To make me loved and valued, when I am old; Chamont;

I would be busy in the world, and learn, He was our lord's companion in the wars; Not like a coarse and useless dunghill weed, Where such a wondrous friendship grew between Fixed to one spot, and rot just as I grow, them,

Cast. Our father As only death could end. Chamont's estate Has taken himself a surfeit of the world, Was ruined in our late and civil discords; And cries, “It is not safe that we should taste it:' Therefore, unable to advance her fortune, I own I have duty very powerful in me; He left his daughter to our master's care; And though I'd hazard all to raise my name, To such a care, as she scarce lost her father. Yet he's so tender, and so good a father, Ern. Her brother to the emperor's wars went I could not do a thing to cross his will. early,

Pol. Castalio, I have doubts within my heart, To seek a fortune, or a noble fate;

Which

you, and only you, can satisfy. Whence he, with honour, is expected back, Will you be free and candid to your friend? And mighty marks of that great prince's favour. Cust. Have I a thought my Polydore should

Paul. Our master never would permit his sons not know?
To launch for fortune in the uncertain world; What can this mean?
But warns them to avoid both courts and camps, Pol. Nay, I'll conjure you too,
Where dilatory Fortune plays the jilt

By all the strictest bonds of faithful friendship,
With the brave, noble, honest, gallant man, To shew your heart as naked in this point,
To throw herself away on fools and knaves. As you would purge you of your sins to heaven.
Ern, They both have forward, generous, ac-

Cust, I will. tive spirits.

Pol. And should I chance to touch it nearly, "Tis daily their petition to their father,

bear it To send them forth where glory's to be gotten :- With all the sufferance of a tender friend. They cry, they're weary of their lazy home, Cast. As calmly as the wounded patient bears Restless to do something, that fame may talk of. The artist's hand, that ministers his cure. To-day they chased the boar, and near this time Pol. That's kindly said. You know our fr Should be returned.

ther's ward,

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The fair Monimia. Is your heart at peace? Pol. Who shall possess the estate you leave?
Is it so guarded, that you could not love her? Cast. My friend,
Cast. Suppose I should ?

If he survives me; if not, my king,
Pol. Suppose you should not, brother? Who may bestow it again 'on some brave man,
Cast. You'd say, I must not.

Whose honesty and services deserve one. Pol. That would sound too roughly

Pol. 'Tis kindly offered. Twixt friends and brothers, as we two are. Cast. By yon heaven, I love Cast. Is love a fault?

My Polydore beyond all worldly joys ; Pol. In one of us it may be.

And would not shock his quiet, to be blest What if I love her?

With greater happiness than man e'er tasted. Cast. Then I must inform you.

Pol. And by that heaven, eternally I swear, I loved her first, and cannot quit the claim, To keep the kind Castalio in my heart. But will preserve the birth-right of my passion. Whose shall Monimia be? Pol. You will?

Cast. No matter whose. Cast. I will.

Pol. Were you not with her privately last Pol. No more, I've done.

night? Cast. Why not?

Cast. I was, and should have met her here Pol. I told you I had done :

again; But you, Castalio, would dispute it.

But the opportunity shall now be thine ; Cast. No;

Myself will bring thee to the scene of love : Not with my Polydore; though I must own But have a care, by friendship I conjure thee, My nature obstinate, and void of sufferance : That no false play be offered to thy brother. Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart,

Urge all thy powers to make thy passion prosAttended on his throne by all his guards

per : Of furious wishes, fears, and nice suspicions. But wrong not mine. I could not bear a rival in my friendship,

Pol. Heaven blast me, if I do. I am so much in love, and fond of thee.

Cast. If it prove thy fortune, Polydore, to Pol. Yet you will break this friendship.

conquer, Cast. Not for crowns.

(For thou hast all the arts of soft persuasion) Pol. But for a toy you would, a woman's toy; Trust me, and let me know thy love's success, l'njust Castalio!

That I may ever after stifle mine. Cast. Prithee, where's my fault?

Pol. Though she be dearer to my soul than Pol. You love Monimia.

rest Cast. Yes.

To weary pilgrims, or to misers gold, Pol. And you would kill me,

To great men power, or wealthy cities pride, If I'm your rival.

Rather than wrong Castalio, I'd forget her. Cast. No; sure we are such friends,

For if yé, powers, have happiness in store, So much one man, that our affections, too, When ye would shower down joys on PolyMust be united, and the same as we are.

dore, Pol. I doat upon Moniinia.

In one great blessing all your bounty send, Cast. Love her still;

That I may never lose so dear a friend. Win and enjoy her.

[Exeunt Castalio and Polydore. Pol. Both of us cannot. Cast. No matter

Enter MONIMIA. Whose chance it prove; but let's not quarrel Mon. So soon returned from hunting? This for it.

fair day Pol. You would not wed Monimia, would you? Seems as if sent to invite the world abroad. Cast. Wed her!

Passed not Castalio and Polydore this way? No; were she all desire could wish, as fair Page. Madam, just now. As would the vainest of her sex be thought, Mon. Sure some ill fate's upon me. With wealth beyond what woman's pride could Distrust and heaviness sit round my heart, waste,

And apprehension shocks my timorous soul. She should not cheat me of my freedom. Marry! Why was not I laid in my peaceful grave When I am old, and weary of the world, With

my poor parents, and at rest as they are ? I may grow desperate,

Instead of that, I'm wandering into cares. And take a wite to mortify withal.

Castalio! Oh, Castalio! thou hast caught Pol. It is an elder brother's duty so

My foolish heart; and, like a tender child, To propagate his family and name :

That trusts his play-thing to another hand, You would not have yours die and buried with I fear its harm, and fain would have it back. you?

Come near, Cordelio. I must chide you, sir. Cast. Mere vanity, and silly dotage all.

Page. Why, madam, have I done you any No, let ne live at large, and when I die

wrong?

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