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Mon. I never see you now; you have been | The pleasure, not the pangs of his desire. kinder,
Sat by my bed, and sung me pretty songs;
Will you oblige me? Shall I see you oftener?
Page. Madam, I'd serve you with my soul:
Thus, when ye are young, ye learn it all, like him,
But I am afraid to name it; for, they say,
Mon. Fear not, Cordelio; it shall ne'er be
For I'll preserve the secret as 'twere mine.
I'll furnish thee with all thy harmless sports,
Mon. Inform me how thou hast heard
Page. With all the tenderness of love;
Page. Not to quarrel for you.
Mon. I would not have them; by my dearest
I would not be the argument of strife.
Page. Yes, to seek you, madam.
Mon. Am I then grown so cheap, just to be
A common stake, a prize for love in jest?
Page. The fault was Polydore's.
Castalio played with love, and smiling shewed
He said, no woman's smiles should buy his freedom;
And marriage is a mortifying thing.
Mon. Then I am ruined! If Castalio's false, Where is there faith and honour to be found? Ye gods, that guard the innocent, and guide The weak, protect, and take me to your care. Oh, but I love him! There's the rock will wreck me!
Why was I made with all my sex's softness,
And learn to bear thy injuries with scorn.
Cast. Madam, my brother begs he may have
To tell you something, that concerns you nearly.
Mon. Have you purposed
To abuse me palpably? What means this usage? Why am I left with Polydore alone?
Cast. He best can tell you. Business of im
When business might have staid, and I been heard.
Cast. I could for ever hear thee; but this time Matters of such odd circumstances press me, That I must go
Mon. Then go, and, if it be possible, for ever. Well, my lord Polydore, I guess your business, And read the ill-natured purpose in your eyes.
Pol. If to desire you more than misers wealth, Or dying men an hour of added life; If softest wishes, and a heart more true Than ever suffered yet for love disdained, Speak an ill nature, you accuse me justly. Mon. Talk not of love, my lord! I must not hear it.
Pol. Who can behold such beauty and be si
Desire first taught us words. Man, when created,
At first alone long wandered up and down,
But when a heaven-born maid, like you, appeared,
Strange pleasures filled his eyes, and fired his heart,
Unloosed his tongue, and his first talk was love.
Mon. How can you labour thus for my undoing?
I must confess, indeed, I owe you more
There always was a friendship 'twixt our families;
Pol. 'Twas heaven ordained it so, to make me happy.
Hence with this peevish virtue! 'tis a cheat,
Mon. Here on my knees, by Heaven's blest [Kneels.
power I swear,
If you persist, I ne'er henceforth will see you,
To cringe thus, fawn, and flatter for a pleasure,
And brought in wanton wishes to her heart,
A Saloon. Enter ACASTO, CASTALIO, and Po
Acust. To-DAY has been a day of glorious sport. When you, Castalio, and your brother left me, Forth from the thickets rushed another boar, So large, he seemed the tyrant of the woods, With all his dreadful bristles raised up high, They seemed a grove of spears upon his back; Foaming, he came at me, where I was posted, Best to observe which way he'd lead the chase,' Whetting his huge large tusks, and gaping wide, As if he already had me for his prey; Till brandishing my well-poised javelin high, With this bold executing arm, I struck The ugly, brindled monster to the heart.
Then, by long absence, liberty regain, And quite forget the pleasure and the pain. [Exeunt Pol. and Page.
Cast. The actions of your life were always wondrous.
Acast. No flattery, boy! an honest man cant live by it;
It is a little sneaking art, which knaves
Acast. Tis, next to money, current there;
The grave dull fellow of small business soothes The humourist, and will needs admire his wit.
Who, without spleen, could see a hot-brained atheist,
Thanking a surly doctor for his sermon?
Or a grave counsellor meet a smooth young lord,
Squeeze him by the hand, and praise his good complexion?
Pol. Courts are the places, where best manners flourish;
Where the deserving ought to rise, and fools Make shew. Why should I vex and chafe my spleen,
To see a gaudy coxcomb shine, when I
Acast. Who merit, ought indeed to rise in the
But no wise man, that's honest, should expect it. What man of sense wold rack his generous mind, To practise all the base formalities
And forms of business? force a grave starched face,
When he is a very libertine in his heart?
Seem not to know this or that man in public, When privately perhaps they meet together, And lay the scene of some brave fellow's ruin? Such things are done.
Cast. Your lordship's wrongs have been
Acast. Go to, ye are fools, and know me not;
Long since, to bear, revenge, or scorn my wrongs,
You both would fain be great, and to that end
Corruption, envy, discontent, and faction,
Yet now pine under want, whilst selfish slaves, That e'en would cut their throats, whom now they fawn on,
Like deadly locusts, eat the honey up,
Pol. So would I,
nd I am at least her brother by adoption; For you have made yourself to me a father, And by that patent I have leave to love her.
Ser. Monimia, thou hast told me men are false, Will flatter, feign, and make an art of love: Is Chamont so? No, sure, he is more than man, Something that is near divine, and truth dwells in him.
Acast. Thus happy, who would envy pompous power,
The luxury of courts, or wealth of cities?
Cha. I have no business there;
And thank the lord, that wronged me, for his fa- | One fate surprised them, and one grave received
Pol. And I; both would. Acast. Away!
[To his sons.
He needs not any servants such as you.
He could not do a wrong. How would you serve him?
Cast. I would serve him with my fortune here at home,
And serve him with my person in his wars,
Pol. Die for him,
As every true-born loyal subject ought.
My father, with his dying breath, bequeathed
Then pressed me close, and, as she observed my tears,
Kissed them away. Said she, Chamont, my son, "By this, and all the love I ever shewed thee, 'Be careful of Monimia; watch her youth; 'Let not her wants betray her to dishonour: Perhaps kind heaven may raise some friend'Then sighed,
Kissed me again; so blessed us, and expired.
Acast. It speaks an honest nature.
Cha. The friend heaven raised was you; you took her up
An infant, to the desart world exposed,
Acast. Let me embrace you both. Now, by And proved another parent,
Of my brave ancestors, I am truly happy!
Ye shall have business, when your master wants you.
You cannot serve a nobler: I have served him;
His right, even in the face of rank` rebellion;
I rushed, and clove the rebel to the chine.
Serv. My lord, the expected guests are just arrived.
Acast. Go you, and give them welcome and reception.
[Exeunt Castalio, Polydore, Serina, &c. Cha. My lord, I stand in need of your assist
In something, that concerns my peace and honour. Acast. Spoke like the son of that brave man I loved :
So freely, friendly, we conversed together.
Your bounty shewn to what I hold most dear,
Acust. Prithee no more of that, it grates my
Cha. When our dear parents died, they died together,
Acast. I have not wronged her.
Acast. Then why this argument?
Cha. My lord, my nature's jealous, and you'll bear it.
Acast. Go on.
Cha. Great spirits bear misfortunes hardly. Good offices claim gratitude; and pride, Where power is wanting, will usurp a little, And make us, rather than be thought behindhand, Pay over-price.
Acast. I cannot guess your drift; Distrust you me?
Cha. No, but I fear her weakness May make her pay her debt at any rate; And, to deal freely with your lordship's goodness, I have heard a story lately much disturbs me. Acast. Then first charge her; and if the offence be found
Within my reach, though it should touch my nature,
In my own offspring, by the dear remembrance
Cha. I thank you from my soul.
What have I done? and why do you abuse me?
Cha. Prithee, why dost thou talk so?
Mon. Look kindly on me, then: I cannot bear Severity; it daunts, and does amaze me. My heart is so tender, should you charge me
I should but weep, and answer you with sobbing;
Cha. Fear nothing; I will shew myself a bro- | With different coloured rags, black, red, white, ther,
Cha. Then you'll remember too, he was a man,
He could not have forgiven it to himself,
You have soiled this gem, and taken from its yalue,
How will you account with me?
Mon. I challenge envy,
Cha. I'll tell thee, then; three nights ago, as I
My bed shook under me, the curtains started,
I found my weapon had the arras pierced,
Mon. And for this cause my virtue is suspected !
Cha. Have a care!
Labour not to be justified too fast.
Hear all, and then let justice hold the scale.
Cold palsy shook her head, her hands seemed withered,
And o'er her crooked shoulders had she wrapped
Mon. Still will you cross the line of my dis
Yes, I confess, that he has won my soul
Thy virtue white, without a blot, untainted? Mon. When I'm unchaste may Heaven reject my prayers!
Or more, to make me wretched, may you know it!