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Flor. Oh, shew me quickly, where's Castalio.
Flor. Hurry'd by despair,
distracted. Cast. Hah! will she ? Does she name Castalio ? And with such tenderness? Conduct me quickly To the poor lovely mourner. “Oh, my father!" Acast. Then wilt thou go? Blessings attend thy
purpose, Cast. I cannot hear Monimia's soul's in sadness, And be a man; my heart will not forget her; “ But do not tell the world you saw this of me."
Acast. Delay not then, but haste and cheerthy love.
Cast. Oh! I will throw m'impatient arms about her, In her soft bosom sigh my soul to peace, Till through the panting breast she finds the way To mould my heart, and make it what she will. Monimial oh!
[Exeunt Acasto and Cast.
A Chamber. Enter MONIMIA.
Mon. Stand off, and give me room,
I will not rest till I have found Castalio,
CASTALIO within. Cast. Who talks of dying with a voice so sweet, That life's in love with it?
Mon. Hark! 'tis he that answers.
Cast. [Entering.] Here, my love.
Cast. Have I been in a dream, then, all this while?
Mon. Oh, were it possible that we could drown
Cast. Is't then so hard, Monimia, to forgive
shall I court thee? What shall I do to be enough thy slave,
And satisfy the lovely pride that's in thee?
Mon. If I am dumb, Castalio, and want words
Cast. Thou hast not wrong'd me.
Mon. Ahl alas, thou talk'st Just as thy poor heart thinks! Have not I wrong'd
thee? Cast. No.
Mon. Still thou wander'st in the dark, Castalio;
“ Cast. What means my love?
280 “ Cast. What? “ Mon. For my fault last night: alas, thou can'st
not! " Cast. I can, and do.
“ Mon. Thus crawling on the earth, “ Would I that pardon meet; the only thing “ Can make me view the face of Heav'n with hope.
“ Cast. Then, let's draw near. “ Mon. Ah, me !
“ Cast. So, in the fields, “ When the destroyer has been out for prey, “ The scatter'd lovers of the feather'd kind,
“ Seeking, when danger's past, to meet again,
“ Mon. Yet, have a care ; be not too fond of peace,
Cast. My better angel, then do thou inform me,
Mon. Did I not beg thee to forbear inquiry?
Mon. Must I ?
Cast. If, lab’ring in the pangs of death,
Unfold this riddle ere my thoughts grow wild,
Cast. “ What means my destiny? " For all my good or evil fate dwells in thee ?" Ne'er meet again!
Mon. No, never.
Cast. Where's the power On earth, that dare not look like thee, and say so ? Thou art my heart's inheritance; I serv'd A long and painful, faithful slav'ry for thee : And who shall rob me of the dear-bought blessing? Mon. Time will clear all; but now, let this content
you. Heav'n bas decreed, and therefore I'm resolv'd With torment I must tell it thee, Castalio) Ever to be a stranger to thy love; In some far distant country waste my life, And from this day, to see thy face no more. Cast. Where am I? Sure I wander 'midst enchant.
ment, And never more shall find the way to rest;
340 " But, oh, Monimia! art thou indeed resolv'd “ To punish me with everlasting absence?" Why turn'st thou from me ; I'm alone already; Methinks I stand upon a naked beach, Sighing to winds, and to the seas complaining,