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Whilst afar off the vessel sails away,
[Exit Monimia. Cast. “ Pity, by the gods, “ She pities me! then thou wilt go eternally.” What means all this? Why all this stir to plague A single wretch ? If but your word can shake This world to atoms, why so much ado With me? Think me but dead, and lay me so.
Pol. To live, and live a torment to myself,
Cast. Who's there?
Cast. In haste.
Pol. Indeed, and so to me does my Castalio.
Cast, Alas, I've wond'rous reason!
Pol. Be not too credulous; consider first; Friends
may be false. Is there no friendship false?
Pol. I fear, Castalio, I have none to give thee.
Pol. Oh, more than life :
Cast. I hope I have.
Cast. On, Polydore, I know not how to tell thee; Shame rises in my face, and interrupts
400 Tie story
Pol. I grieve, my friend
Cast. Oh, much too oft !
Pol. Well, go on.
Cast. Our destiny contriv'd To plague us both with one unhappy love. Thou, like a friend, a constant, gen'rous friend, In its first pangs did trust me with thy passion, Whilst I still smooth'd my pain with smiles before
thee, And made a contract I ne'er meant to keep.
Pol. How !
Cast. Still new ways I study'd to abuse thee, And kept thee as a stranger to my passion,
420 'Till yesterday I wedded with Monimia.
Pol. Ah, Castalio, was that well done!
Pol. A fault! when thou hast heard
Cast. How my heart throbs !
Pol. First, for thy friendship, traitor,
Cast. What will my fate do with me ?
I've lost all happiness, and know not why.
Pol. Perjur'd, treach'rous wretch,
Cast. I'll be thy slave, and thou shalt use me Just as thou wilt, do but forgive me.
Cast. Oh! think a little what thy heart is doing : How, from our infancy, we, hand in hand,
440 Have trod the path of life in love together; One bed hath held us, and the same desires, The same aversions still employ'd our thoughts : When e'er had I a friend that was not Polydore's? Or Polydore a foe that was not mine! Ev’n in the womb w'embrac'd, and wilt thou now, For the first fault, abandon and forsake me, Leave me, amidst afflictions, to myself, Plung'd in the gulf of grief, and none to help me?
Pol. Go to Monimia, in her arms thou'lt find
Cast. What arts?
question ! " Go to her fulsome bed, and wallow there : " 'Till some hot ruffian, full of lust and wine, « Come storm thee out, and shew thee what's thy
bargain. " Cast. Hold there, I charge thee." Pol. Is she not aCast. Whore?
Pol. Ay, whore; I think that word needs no ex
Pol. It seems I lie, then?
Cast. Should the bravest man That e'er wore conquering sword, but dare to whisper What thou proclaim'st, he were the worst of liars : My friend may be mistaken.
Pol. Damn th' evasion; Thou mean'st the worst; and he's a base-born villain That said I lied. Cast. Do, draw thy sword, and thrust it through
Pol. Yes; thou never cam'st
481 Pol. Thou liest. Cast. Nay then
[He draws. Yet I am calm.
Pol. A coward's always so.