Then spare me, I conjure thee; ask no further; 381 And ask'd to weep out part of your misfortunes: Hor. Oh, never, never, never! Thou art innocent: Simplicity from ill, pure native truth, And candour of the mind, adorn thee ever; But there are such, such false ones, in the world, Lav. False ones, my lord! Hor. Fatally fair they are, and in their smiles 400 The graces, little loves, and young desires inhabit ; For they are false, luxurious in their appetites, Another, and another after that, And the last fool is welcome as the former; 'Till having lov'd his hour out, he gives place, And mingles with the herd that went before him. Lav. Can there be such, and have they peace of mind? Have they, in all the series of their changing, You take up all her room, as in a cottage And hardly keeps a corner for himself. 420 Hor. Oh, were they all like thee, men would adore 'em, And all the business of their lives be loving; The world should learn to love by virtuous rules, A& II. SCENE 1. A Hall. Enter CALISTA and LUCILLA. Calista. BE dumb for ever, silent as the grave, If thou wilt sooth me, tell some dismal tale For, Oh! I've gone around through all my thoughts, But all are indignation, love, or shame, And my dear peace of mind is lost for ever. Luc. Why do you follow still that wand'ring fire, That has misled your weary steps, and leaves you Benighted in a wilderness of woe, That false Lothario? Turn from the deceiver; Of Who had long since, like me, by love undone, Luc. Alas, for pity! Cal. There I fain would hide me 20 From the base world, from malice, and from shame; For 'tis the solemn counsel of my soul D Never to live with public loss of honour: 'Tis fix'd to die, rather than bear the insolence And blesses her good stars that she is virtuous. By all the good I wish, by all the ill My trembling heart forebodes, let me intreat you, Let me forbid his coming. Cal. On thy life I charge thee no: my genius drives me on; Perhaps it is the crisis of my fate, And this one interview shall end my cares. My lab'ring heart that swells with indignation, And never beat again. Luc. Trust not to that: Rage is the shortest passion of our souls: Like narrow brooks that rise with sudden show'rs, Still as it ebbs the softer thoughts flow in, And the deceiver Love supplies its place. 41 60 Cal. I have been wrong'd enough to arm my temper Against the smooth delusion; but alas! (Chide not my weakness, gentle maid, but pity me) And quite forget 'twas he that had undone me. "Luc. Ye sacred pow'rs, whose gracious provi dence "Is watchful for our good, guard me from men, "From their deceitful tongues, their vows, and flat"teries; "Still let me pass neglected by their eyes, "Let my bloom wither, and my form decay, "That none may think it worth his while to ruin me, "And fatal love may never be my bane." Cal. Ha, Altamont! Calista, now be wary, [Exit. And guard thy soul's accesses with dissembling: 8 Enter ALTAMONT. Alt. Begone, my cares, I give you to the winds, Far to be borne, far from the happy Altamont; "For from this sacred æra of my love, "A better order of succeeding days |