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Loth. Damnation !

[They drur. Since love, as well as arms, must grace my triRos. Hold, this goes no further here.

umph. [Exeunt Lothario and Rossano. Horatio, 'tis too much ; already see

Hor. Two hours ere noon to-morrow! ha! ere The crowd are gathering to us.

that Loth. Oh, Rossano !

He sees Calista! Oh, unthinking foolOr give me way, or thou art no more my friend. What if I urged her with the crime and danger? Ros. Sciolto's servants, too, have ta'en the If any spark from Heaven remain unquenched alarm;

Within her breast, my breath, perhaps, may wake You'll be oppressed by numbers. Be advised,

it. Or I must force you hence. Take it on my word, Could I but prosper there, I would not doubt You shall have justice done you on Horatio. My combat with that loud vain-glorious boaster. Put up, my lord.

Were you, ye fair, but cautious whom ye trust, Loth. This will not brook delay;


but think how seldom fools are just,
West of the town a mile, among the rocks, So many of your sex would not, in vain,
Two hours ere noon, to-morrow, I expect thee, Of broken vows, and faithless men, complain :
Thy single hand to mine.

Of all the various wretches love has made, Hor. I'll meet thee there.

How few have been by men of sense betrayed ! Loth. Tomorrow, oh, my better stars! to-mor- Convinced by reason, they your power confess,

Pleased to be happy, as you're pleased to bless, Exert your influence: shine strongly for me; And, conscious of your worth, can never love you 'Tis not a common conquest I would gain, I less.



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SCENE I.-An apartment in Sciolto's palace. Yet shouldst thou, (which the powers above for

bid) Enter Sciolto and Calista.

E'er stain the honour of thy name with infamy, Sci. Now, by my life, my honour, 'tis too much! I'll cast thee off, as one whose impious hands Have I not marked thee, wayward as thou art, Had rent asunder nature's dearest ties, Perverse and sullen all this day of joy?

Which, once divided, never join again. When every heart was cheered, and mirth went To-day I've made a noble youth thy husband ! round,

Consider well his worth; reward his love; Sorrow, displeasure, and repining anguish, Be willing to be happy, and thou art so. Sat on thy brow, like some malignant planet,

[Erit Sciolto. Foe to the harvest and the healthy year,

Cal. How hard is the condition of our sex, Who scowls adverse, and lours upon the world; Through every state of life the slaves of man! When all the other stars, with gentle aspect, In all the dear delightful days of youth Propitious shine, and meaning good to inan. A rigid father dictates to our wills,

Cal. Is then the task of duty half performed? And deals out pleasure with a scanty hand. Has not your daughter given herself to Altainunt, To his, the tyrant husband's reign succeeds; Yielded the native freedom of her will

Proud with opinion of superior reason, To an imperious husband's lordly rule,

He holds domestic business and devotion To gratify a father's stern command?

All we are capable to know, and shuts us, Sci. Dost thou complain?

Like cloistered ideots, from the world's acquaintCal. For pity do not frown then,

ance, If, in despite of all my vowed obedience, And all the joys of freedom. Wherefore are we A sigh breaks out, or a tear falls by chance : Born with high souls, but to assert ourselves, For, oh! that sorrow, which has drawn your an- Shake off this vile obedience they exact, ger,

And claim an equal empirè o'er the world? Is the sad native of Calista's breast :

Enter HORATIO. And once possessed, will never quit its dwelling, Till life, the prop of all, shall leave the building, Hor. She's here! yet, oh! my tongue is at a To tumble down, and moulder into ruin.

loss. Sci. Now by the sacred dust of that dear saint Teach me, some power, that happy art of speech, That was thy mother; by her wondrous goodness, To dress my purpose up in gracious words; Her soft, her tender, most complying sweetness, Such as may softly steal upon her soul, I swear, some sullen thought, that shuns the light, And never waken the tempestuous passions. Lurks underneath that sadness in thy visage. By Heaven she weeps S-Forgive me, fair But mark me well! though, by yon Heaven, I love Calista, thee

If I presume on privilege of friendship, As much, I think, as a fond parent can; To join my grief to yours, and mourn the evils




That hurt your peace, and quench those eyes in That, with licentious breath, blows, like the wind,

As freely on the palace as the cottage. Cal. To steal, unlooked for, on my private sor- Cal. What mystic riddle lurks beneath thy row,

words, Speaks not the man of honour, nor the friend, Which thou would'st seem unwilling to express, But rather means the spy.

As if it meant dishonour to my virtue? Hor. Unkindly said !

Away with this ambiguous shuffling phrase, For, oh! as sure as you accuse me falsely, And let thy oracle be understood. I come to prove myself Calista's friend.

Hor. Lothario ! Cal. You are my husband's friend, the friend Cal. Ha! what would'st thou mean by him? of Altamont.

Hor. Lothario and Calista! thus they join Hor. Are you not one? Are you not joined by Two names, which Heaven decreed should never

Each interwoven with the other's fate?

Hence have the talkers of this populous city
Are you not mixt, like streams of meeting rivers, A shameful tale to tell, for public sport,
Whose blended waters are no more distinguished, of an unhappy beanty, a false fair one,
But roll into the sea, one common flood? Who plighted to a noble youth her faith,
Then who can give his friendship but to one? When she had given her honour to a wretch.
Who can be Altamont's and not Calista's?

Cal. Death and confusion! Have I lived to this! Cal. Force, and the wills of our imperious Thus to be treated with unmanly insolence ! rulers,

To be the sport of a loose ruffian's tongue ! May bind two bodies in one wretched chain; Thus to be used! thus! like the vilest creature, But minds will still look back to their own choice. That ever was a slave to vice and infamy ! So the poor captive in a foreign realm,

Hor. By honour and fair truth, you wrong me Stands on the shore, and sends his wishes back

much; To the dear native land froin whence he came. For on my soul, nothing but strong necessity Hor. When souls, that should agree to will the Could urge my tongue to this ungrateful office. same,

I came with strong reluctance, as if death To have one common object for their wishes, Had stood across my way, to save your honour, Look different ways, regardless of each other, Your's and Sciolto's, your's and Altamont's ; Think what a train of wretchedness ensues : Like one who ventures through a burning pile, Love shall be banished from the genial bed, To save his tender wife, with all her brood The night shall all be lonely and unquiet, Of little fondlings, from the dreadful ruin. And every day shall be a day of cares.

Cal. Is this the famous friend of Altamont, Cal. Then all the boasted othce of thy friend- For noble worth and deeds of arms renowned? ship,

Is this the tale-bearing officious fellow, Was but to tell Calista what a wretch she is. That watches for intelligence from eyes; Alas! what needed that?

This wretched Argus of a jealous husband, Hor. Oh! rather say,

That fills his easy ears with monstrous tales, I came to tell her how she might be happy; And makes him toss, and rave, and wreak at To soothe the secret anguish of her soul;

length To comfort that fair mourner, that forlorn one, Bloody revenge on his defenceless wife, And teach her steps to know the paths of peace. Who guiltless dies, because her fool ran mad?

Cal. Say thou, to whom this paradise is known, Hor. Alas! this rage is vain; for if your fame Where lies the blissful region ? Mark my way Or peace be with your care, you must be calm, to it,

And listen to the means are left to save them, For, oh! 'uis sure I long to be at rest.

'Tis now the lucky minute of your fate. Hor. Then—to be good is to be happy-An- By nie your genius speaks, by me it warns you, gels

Never to see that curst Lothario more; Are happier than mankind, because they're bet- Unless you mean to be despised, be shunred

By all our virtuous maids and noble matrons; Guilt is the source of sorrow! 'tis the fiend, Unless


have devoted this rare beauty The avenging fiend, that follows us behind, To infamy, diseases, prostitutionWith whips and stings. The blest know none of Cal. Dishonour blast thee, base, unmannered this,

slave! But rest in everlasting peace of mind,

That darest forget my birth, and sacred sex, And find the height of all their heaven is good And shock me with the rude, unhallowed sound!

Hor. Here kneel, and in the awful face of Cal. And what bold parasite's officious tongue Heaven Shall darc to tax Calista's name with guilt ? Breathe out a solemn vow, never to sec, Hor. None should; but 'tis a busy, talking Nor think, if possible, on him that ruined thee; world,

Or, by my Altamont's dear life, I swear,




This paper; nay, you must not fly-This paper, But mark me well; while thy divided heart

[Holding her. Doats on a villain that has wronged me thus, This guilty paper shall divulge your shame- No force shall drag me to thy hated bed. Cul. What meanest thou by that paper? What Nor can my cruel father's power do more contrivance

Than shut me in a cloister : there, well pleased, Hast thou been forging to deceive my father; Religious hardships will I learn to bear, To turn his heart against his wretched daughter, To fast and freeze at midnight hours of prayer : That Altamont and thou may share his wealth? Nor think it hard, within a lonely cell, A wrong like this will make me even forget With melancholy, speechless saints to dwell ; The weakness of my sex.- -Oh, for a sword, But bless the day I to that refuge ran, To urge my vengeance on the villain's hand, Free from the marriage chain, and from that tyThat forged the scroll!

rant man.

[Erit Calista. Hor. Behold! Can this be forged ?

Alt She's gone; and, as she went, ten thousand See where Calista's name

fires [Shewing the letter near. Shot from her angry eyes; as if she meant Cal. To atoms thus,

[Teuring it. Too well to keep the cruel vow she made. Thus let me tear the vile, detested falsehood, Now, as thou art a man, Horatio, tell me, The wicked, lying evidence of shame.

What means this wild confusion in thy looks, Hor. Confusion !

As if thou wert at variance with thyself, Cal. Henceforth, thou officious fool,

Madness and reason combating within thee, Meddle no more, nor dare, even on thy life, And thou wert doubtful which should get the To breathe an accent that may touch my virtue.

better? I am myself the guardian of my honour,

Hor. I would be dumb for ever; but thy fate And will not bear so insolent a monitor.

Has otherwise decreed it. Thou hast seen

That idol of thy soul, that fair Calista;

Thou hast beheld her tears.
Alt. Where is my life, my love, my charming

Alt. I have seen her weep; bride,

I have seen that lovely one, that dear Calista, Joy of my heart, and pleasure of my eyes, Complaining, in the bitterness of sorrow, The wish, and care, and business of my youth ? That thou, my friend, Iloratio, thou hast wronged Oh, let me find her, snatch her to my breast,

her. And tell her she delays my bliss too long,

Hor. That I have wronged her! had her eyes Till my sott soul even sickens with desire.

been fed Disordered !--and in tears !-Horatio too! From that rich stream which warins her heart, My friend is in amaze-What can it mean?

and numbered Tell me, Calista, who has done thee wrong, For every falling tear a drop of blood, That my swift sword may find out the offender, It had not been too much; for she has ruined And do thce ample justice.

thee, Cal. Turn to him.

Even thee, my Altamont. She has undone thee. Alt. Horatio !

Ait. Dost thou join ruin with Calista's name? Cal. To that insolent,

What is so fair, so exquisitely good? Alt. My friend!

Is she not more than painting can express, Could he do this? He, who was half myself? Or youthful poets fancy when they love? One faith has ever bound us, and one reason Does she not come, like wisdom, or good fortune, Guided our wills. Have I not found him just, Replete with blessings, giving wealth and honour: Honest as truth itself? And could he break The dowry which she brings is peace and pleaThe sanctity of friendship? Could he wound

sure, The heart of Altamont in his Calista?

And everlasting joys are in her arms. Cal. I thought what justice I should find from Hor. It had been better thou had'st lived a thee!

beggar, Go fawn upon him, listen to his tale,

And fed on scraps at great men's surly doors, Applaud his malice, that would blast my fame, Than to have matched with one so false, so faAnd treat me like a common prostitute.

tal. Thou art perhaps confederate in his mischief, Alt. It is too much for friendship to allow thee. And wilt believe the legend, if he tells it. Because I tamely bore the wrong thou didst her, Alt. Oh, impious! what presumptuous wretch Thou dost avow the barbarous, brutal part, shall dare

And urge the injury even to my face ! To offer at an injury like that?

Hor. I see she has got possession of thy heart; Priesthood, nor age, nor cowardice itself, She has charmed thee, like a syren, to her bed, Shall save him from the fury of my vengeance. With looks of love, and with enchanting sounds :

Cal. The man who dared to do it was Horatio; Too late the rocks and quicksands will appear, Thy darling friend; 'twas Altamont's Horatio. When thou art wrecked upon the faithless shore,



left me

Then vainly wish thou had'st not left thy friend, I swear, the poor evasion shall not save thee. To follow her delusion.

Hor. Yet hold—thou know'st I dare-think Alt. If thy friendship

how we've lived Do churlishly deny my love a room,

[They fight; Aliamont presses on Horatio, It is not worth my keeping ; I disclaim it.

who retires. Hor. Canst thou so soon forget what I've been Nay then, 'tis brutal violence; and thus, to thee?

Thus Nature bids me guard the life she gave. I shared the task of nature with thy father,

[They fight. And formed with care thy inexperienced youth To virtue and to arms.

Lavinia enters, and runs between their suords. Thy noble father, oh, thou light young

man! Lav. My brother, my Horatio! Is it possible! Would he have used me thus? One fortune fed us; Oh, turn your cruel swords upon

Lavinia ! For his was ever mine, mine his, and both If you must quench your impious rage in blood, Together flourished, and together fell.

Behold, my heart shall give you all her store, He called me friend, like thee: would he have to save those dearer streams that flow from

yours. Thus, for a woman, and a vile one, too?

Alt. Tis well thou hast found a safc-guard; Alt. Thou canst not, dar’st not mean it! Speak none but this, again!

No power on carth could save thee from my fury. Say, who is vile; but dare not name Calista. Lav. O fatal, deadly sound !

Hor. I had not spoke at first, unless compelled, Hor. Safety from thee! And forced to clear myself; but since thus urged, Away, vain boy! Hast thou forgot the reverence I must avow, I do not know a viler.

Due to my arm, thy first, thy great example, Alt. Thou wert my father's friend; he loved Which pointed out thy way to noble daring, thee well;

And shewed thee what it was to be a man? A kind of venerable mark of him

Luv. What busy, meddling fiend, what foe to Hangs round thee, and protects thee from my goodness, vengeance.

Could kindle such a discord! Oh, lay by I cannot, dare not, lift my sword against thee, Those most ungentle looks, and angry weapons, But henceforth never let me see thee more. Unless you mean my griets and killing fears

[Going out. Should stretch me out at your relentless feet, Hor. I love thee still, ungrateful as thou art, A wretched corse, the victim of your fury. And must and will preserve thee from dishonour, Hor. Ask'st thou what made us foes? 'Twas Even in despite of thee.

[Holds him.

base ingratitude, Alt. Let go my arm !

'Twas such a sin to friendship, as Heaven's mercy, Hor. If honour be thy care, if thou would'st That strives with man's untoward, monstrous live

wickedness, Without the name of credulous, wittol husband, Unwearied with forgiving, scarce could pardon. Avoid thy bride, shun her detested bed,

Hle, who was all to me, child, brother, friend, The joys it yields are dashed with poison With barbarous, bloody malice, sought my nie. Alt. Oir!

Alt. Thou art my sister, and I would not make To urge me but a minute more is fatal.

thce Hor. She is polluted, stained

The lonely mourner of a widowed bed; Ait. Madness and raging !

Therefore, thy husband's life is safe! but wam But hence

him, Hor. Dishonoured by the man you hate- No more to know this hospitable roof.

Alt. I prithee loose me yet, for thy own sake, He has but ill repaid Sciolto's bounty. If life be worth the keeping

We must not meet; 'tis dangerous. Farewell. Hor. By Lothario.

[He is going out, Lavinia holds him. Alt. Perdition take thee, villain, for the false- Lav. Stay, Altamont, iny brother, stay; if ever hood!

[Strikes him. Nature, or what is nearer inuch than nature, Now, nothing but thy life can make atonement: The kind consent of our agreeing minds, Hor. A blow! thou hast used me well- Have made us dear to one another, stay,

[Draws. And speak one gentle word to your Horatio ! Alt. This to thy heart

Behold, bis anger melts, he longs to love you, Hor. Yet hold-By Heaven, his father's in his To call you friend, then press you hard, with all face !

The tender, speechless joy of reconcilement. Spite of my wrongs, my heart runs o'er with ten- Alt. It cannot, shall not be--you must Dot

derness And I could rather die myself than hurt him. Lav. Look kindly, then. alt. Defend thyself; for, by my much wronged Alt. Each minute that I stay, love,

Is a new injury to fair Calista.

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From thy false friendship to her arms I'll fly; And made thee all my portion here on earth: There, if in any pause of love I rest,

It gave thce to me, as a large amends Breathless with bliss, upon her panting breast, For fortune, friends, and all the world beside. In broken, melting accents, I will swear,

Łav. Then you will love me still, cherish me Henceforth to trust my heart with none but her;

ever, Then own, the joys which on her charins attend, And hide me from misfortune in your bosom? Have more than paid me for my faithless friend. Here end my cares, nor will I lose one thought,

[Altumont breaks from Lavinia, and erit. How we shall live, or purchase food and raiment, Hor." Oh, raise thee, my Lavinia, from the The holy Power, who cloathes the senseless earth!

earth It is too much; this tide of Nowing grief, With woods, with fruits, with flowers, and verdant This wondrous waste of tears, too much to give

grass, To an ungrateful friend, and cruel brother. Whose bounteous hand feeds the whole bruto Lav. Is there not cause for weeping? Oh, Ho- creation, ratio !

Knows all our wants, and has enough to give A brother and a husband were my treasure; 'Twas all the little wealth that poor Lavinia Hor. From Genoa, from falsehood and inconSaved from the shipwreck of her father's for

scancy, tunes.

To some more honest, distant clime we'll go. One half is lost already. If thou leav'st mc; Nor will I be beholden to my country, If thou should'st prove unkind to me, as Alta- For aught but thee, the partner of my flight. mont,

Lav. Yes, I will follow thee; forsake, for ther, Whom shall I find to pity my distress,

My country, brother, friends, even all I have. To have compassion on a helpless wanderer, Though mine's a little all, yet were it more, And give her where to lay hor wretched bead ? And better far, it should be left for thice, Hor. Why dost thou wound me with thy soft And all that I would keep, should be lloratio. complainings?

So, when a merchant secs his vessel lost, Though Altamont be false, and nice me liardly, Though richly freighted froin a foreign coast, Yet think not I impite his crimes to thee. Gladly, for life, the treasure he would give, Talk not of being forsaken; for l'il keep thee And only wishes to escape, and live: Next to my heart, my certain pledge of happi- Gold, and his gains, no more employ his mind;

But, driving o'er the billows with the wind, Heaven formed thee gentle, fair, and full of Cleaves to one faithful plank, and leaves the rest goodness,






SCENE I.-A Garden.

LOTIIARIO and Calista discovered.

Loth. Wcep not, my fair; but let the God of Alt. With what unequal tempers are we form

Love ed?

Laugh in thy eyes, and revel in thy heart, One day the soul, supine with ease and fulness, Kindle again his torch, and hold it high, Revels secure, and fondly tells herself

To light us to new joys. Nor let a thought The hour of evil can return no more;

Of discord, or (lisquict past, molest thee; The next, the spirits, palled and sick of riot, But to a long oblivion give thy cares, Turn all to discord, and we bate our beinys, And let is melt the present hour in bliss. Curse the past joy, and think it folly ali,

Cal. Seek not to sootheme with thy false endearAnd bitterness and anguish. Oh, last night!

ments, What has ungrateful beauty paid me back, To charm me with thy softness : 'tis in vain : For all the mass of friendship wbich I squander- Thou can't no more betray, nor I be ruined. ed?

The hours of tolly, and of fond delight, Coldness, aversion, tears, and sullen sorrow, Are wasted all, and fed; those that remain Dashed all iny bliss, and damped my bridal bed. Are dooined to weeping, anguish, and repentancc. Soon as the morning dawned, she vanished from me, I come to charge thee with a long account, Relentless to the gentle call of love.

Of all the sorrows I have known already, I've lost a friend, and I have gained a wife! And all I have to come; thou hast undone me. Turn not to thought, my brain! but let me find Loth. Unjust Calista! dost thou call it ruin, Some unfrequented shade; there lay me down, To love as we have done; to melt, to languish, And let forgetful dulness steal upon me, To wish for somewhat exquisitely happy, To soften and assuage this pain of thinking. [Erit. And then be blest even to that wishi's height?


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