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This is contriv'd; a studied trick, to abuse
Cast. Who's there?
620 “ And leave this place; for I would be alone."
Ern. Castalio! my lord, why in this posture, Stretch'don the ground? Your honest, true old servant, Your poor Ernesto, cannot see you thus. Rise, 1 beseech you.
Cast. If thou art Ernesto,
As by thy honesty thou seem'st to be,
Ern. I can't leave you,
disorders. Remember how, when young, I in my arms Have often borne you, pleas’d you
your pleasures, And sought an early share in your affection : Do not discard me now, but let ine serve you.
Cast. Thou canst not serve me.
Cast. Because my thoughts
Ern. I hate the sex.
Cast. Then I'm thy friend, Ernesto. [Rises. I'd leave the world for him that hates a woman. 641 Woman, the fountain of all human frailty! What mighty ills have not been done by woman?. Who was't betray'd the capitol ? A woman, Who lost Mark Anthony the world? A woman. Who was the cause of a long ten years war, And laid at last old Troy in ashes ? Woman! Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman! Woman, to man first as a blessing giv'n ; When innocence and love were in their prime, Happy a vhile in Paradise they lay, But quickly woman long'd to go astray; Some foolish, new adventure needs must prove, And the first devil she saw, she chang'd her love; To his temptations lewdly she inclin'd Her soul, and for an apple damn'd mankind. [Exeunt.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
Acasto. Blest be the morning that has brought me health; A happy rest has soften'd pain away, And I'll forget it, though my mind's not well; A heavy melancholy clogs my heart; I droop and sigh, I know not why. Dark dreams, Sick fancy's children, have been over-busy, And all the night play'd farces in my brain.. Methought I heard the midnight raven cry; Wak'd with th' imagin'd noise, my curtain seem'd To start, and at my feet my sons appear’d, Like ghosts, all pale and stiff; I strove to speak, But could not: suddenly the forms were lost, And seem'd to vanish in a bloody cloud. 'Twas odd, and for the present, shook my thoughts; But 'twas th' effect of my distemper'd blood; And when the health's disturb'd, the mind's unruly.
Pol. Heav'n keep your Lordship.
I cannot think all has gone well to-night ;
Enter MONIMIA. Already up, Monimia! you rose Thus early, sure, to outshine the day: Or was there any thing that cross’d your rest? They were naughty thoughts that would not let you
sleep. Mon. Whatever are my thoughts, my lord, I've
learnt By your example to correct their ills, And morn and evening give up the account.
Acast. Your pardon, sweet one, I upbraid you not; Or if I would, you are so good, I could not. “ Though I'm deceived, or you're more fair to-day; “ For beauty's heightened in your cheeks, and all 40 « Your charms seem up, and ready in your eyes.
« Mon. The little share I have's so very mean “ That it may easily admit addition; “ Though you, my lord, should most of all beware “ To give it too much praise, and make me proud. “ Acast. Proud of an old man's praises ; no,
Monimia ! " But if my prayers can work thee any good,
“ Thou shalt not want the largest share of 'em.”
Mon. Noise! my good lord 1
[ Aside. Acast. And went your maid to bed, too!
Mon. My Lord, I guess so;
[Exit Acasto. Mon, I'll but dispatch some orders to my woman,
Maid. Why ?