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Cast. This to thy heart, then, tho' my mother bore
thee. [Fight; Polydore drops his sword, and runs on
Castalio's.] Pol. Now my Castalio is again my friend. Cast. What have I done? my sword is in thy breast.
Pol. So I would have it be, thou best of men, Thou kindest brother, and thou truest friend. Cast. Ye gods, we're taught that all your works
are justice, Ye're painted merciful, and friends to innocence : If so, then why these plagues upon my head ? Pol. Blame not the heav'ns; here lies thy fate,
Cast. By thee !
last night, the horrid deed Was done, when all things slept but rage and incest.
Cast. Now where's Monimia ? Oh!
Cast. Ay, brother's blood.
Pol. Oh, let me charge thee, by th' eternal justice, Hurt not her tender life!
Cast. Not kill her ? " Rack me “ Ye pow'rs above, with all your
choicest torments, “ Horror of mind, and pains yet uninvented, “ If I not practise cruelty upon her, “ And wreak revenge some way yet never known."
Mon. That task myself have finishid, I shall die Before we part; I've drank a healing draught For all my cares, and never more shall wrong thee.
Pol. O she's innocent!
Cast. Tell me that story,
Pol. Hadst thou, Castalio, usd me like a friend,
Cast. And all this is the work of my own fortune ; None but myself could e'er have been so curs'd! My fatal love, alas! has ruin'd thee, Thou fairest, goodliest frame the gods e'er made, Or ever human eyes and hearts ador'd. I've murder'd 100 my brother.
Why wouldst thou study ways to damn me farther? And force the sin of parricide upon me? 541
Pol. 'Twas my own fault, and thou art innocent ; Forgive the barbarous trespass of my tongue ; 'Twas a hard violence: I could have died With love of thee, e'en when I us'd thee worst; Nay, at each word that my distraction utter'd, My heart recoil'd, and 'twas half death to speak 'em.
Mon. Now, my Castalio, the most dear of men, Wilt thou receive pollution to thy bosom, And close the eyes of one that has betray'd thee? Cast. Oh, I'm th' unhappy wretch, whose cursed
fate Has weigh'd thee down into destruction with him. Why then, thus kind to me? Mon. When I am laid low i'th'grave, and quite
forgotten, Mayst thou be happy in a fairer bride; But none can ever love thee like Monimia. When I am dead, as presently I shall be, (For the grim tyrant grasps my heart already) Speak well of me; and if thou find ill tongues, Too busy with my fame, don't hear me wrong'd; 560 'Twill be a noble justice to the memory Of a poor wretch, once honour'd with thy love. How my head swims ! 'tis very dark. Good night.
[Dies. Cast. If I survive thee-what a thought was that? Thank Heav'n, I go prepar'd against that curse.
Enter CHAMONT, disarmed and seiz'd by Acasto and
servants. Cha. Gape earth, and swallow me to quick de
Heav'nl-Ah, here's a scene of death!
“ Acast. My Polydore ! " Pol. Who calls? “ Acast. How cam'st thou wounded?" Cast. Stand off, thou hot-brain’d, boist'rous, noisy
ruffian, And leave me to my sorrows.
Cha. By the love I bore her living, I will ne'er forsake her; 580 But here remain, 'till my heart burst with sobbing. Cast. Vanish, I charge thee, or- [Draws a dagger.
a Cha. Thou canst not kill me; That would be kindness, and against thy nature.
Acast. What means Castalio? Sure thou wilt not pull
Pol. That must be my task :
You'll in my closet find the story written
Cast. Thou, unkind Chamont,
бсо Cast. First, thyself, As I do, and the hour that gave thee birth: Confusion and disorder seize the world, To spoil all trust and converse amongst men, 'Twixt families engender endless feuds, In countries needless fears, in cities factions, In states rebellion, and in churches schism : 'Till all things move against the course of nature: 'Till form's dissolv'd, the chain of causes broken, And the original of being lost.
Acast. Have patience.
Cast. Patience! preach it to the winds,