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“ Let me behold those eyes; they'll tell me truth. “ Hast thou no longing? art thou still the same 320 “ Cold, icy virgin? No; thou’rt alter'd quite :
Haste, haste to bed, and let loose all thy wishes.” Mon. 'Tis but one night, my lord; I pray be ruld.
Cast. Try if thou'st power to stop a flowing tide, Or in a tempest make the seas be calm; And when that's done, I'll conquer my desires. No more, my blessing. What shall be the sign? When shall I come? for to my joys I'll steal, As if I ne'er had paid my freedom for them.
Mon. Just three soft strokes upon the chamber door; And at that signal you shall gain admittance: But speak not the least word; for if you 'Tis surely heard, and all will be betray'd.
Cast. Oh! doubt it not, Monimia; our joys Shall be as silent as the ecstatic bliss Of souls, that by intelligence converse. Immortal pleasures shall our senses drown, Thought shall be lost, and ev'ry power dissolv’d. Away, my love; “ first take this kiss. Now haste." I long for that to come, yet grudge each minute past.
[Exit Mon. My brother wand'ring too so late this way!
341 Pol. Castalio !
Cast. My Polydore, how dost thou?
Pol. I left him happily repos’d to rest;
Cast. Doubtless, well:
Pol. Is she the same Monimia still she was ?
Cast. She's not woman else:
Pol. Yet may relief be unexpected found,
Cast. No; she has still avoided me : Her brother too is jealous of her grown. 360 And has been hinting something to my
father. I wish I'd never meddled with the matter : And would enjoin thee, Polydore
Pol. To what?
Pol. What, quit my love? As soon I'd quit my post
Pol. Then speak 'em :
Use honest dealing with a friend and brother,
Cast. Grant I do;
Cast. It is a matter of such consequence,
Pol. When you, Castalio, ceáše,
Cast. It seems you've watch'd me, then ?
This is the utmost point of all my hopes;
Pol. Come hither, boy.
Page. My Lord, I could do any thing for you,
Pol. 'Tis pity, then, thou should'st not be employ'd.
Whether he'll hunt to-morrow. Well said, Polydore,
44 Succeed in this, and be employ'd again. Page. Doubt not, my lord. He has been always
kind To me; would often set me on his knee, Then give me sweetmeats, call me pretty boy, And ask me what the maids talked of at nights. Pol. Run quickly, then, and prosp'rous be thy wishes.
[Exit Page. Here I'm alone, and fit for mischief; now To cheat this brother, will't be honest that? I heard the sign she order'd him to give. O, for the art of Proteus, but to change Th' unhappy Polydore to blest Castalio! She's not so well acquainted with him yet, But I may fit her arms as well as he. Then when I'm happily possess'd of more Than sense can think, all loosen'd into joy, To hear my disappointed brother come, And give th' unregarded signal; Oh, What a malicious pleasure will that be; Just three soft-strokes against the chamber door; But speak not the least word, for if you should, 460