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Acast. Delay not then, but haste and cheer thy Mon. Could'st thou but forgive me love.

Cast. What? Cast. Oh! I will throw my impatient arms Mon. For my fault last night: alas, thou can'st about her,

not! In her soft bosom sigh my soul to peace,

Cast. I can, and do.
Till through the panting breast she finds the way Mon. Thus crawling on the earth,
To mould my heart, and make it what she will. Would I that pardon meet; the only thing
Monimia ! oh! [E.reunt Acasto and Cast. Can make me view the face of heaven with hope.

Cast. Then, let's draw near.

Mon. Ah, me!

Cast. So, in the fields,
A Chamber. Enter Monimia.

When the destroyer has been out for prey,
Mon. Stand off, and give me room!

The scattered lovers of the feathered kind, I will not rest till I have found Castalio, Seeking, when danger's past, to meet again, My wishes' lord, comely as the rising day, Make moan, and call, by such degrees approach; Amidst ten thousand eminently known ! 'Till, joining thus, they bill, and spread their Flowers spring up where'er he treads; his eyes, wings, Fountains of brightness, cheering all about him! Murmuring love, and joy their fears are over. When will they shine on me?--Oh, stay my soul ! Mon. Yet, have a care; be not too fond of I cannot die in peace till I have seen him.


Lest, in pursuance of the goodly quarry,
Castalio within.

Thou meet a disappointment that distracts thee. Cast. Who talks of dying with a voice so sweet, Cast. My better angel, then do thou inform That life's in love with it?

me, Mon. Hark! 'tis he that answers.

What danger threatens me, and where it lies: So, in a camp, though at the dead of night, Why didst thou (prithee smile, and tell me why) If but the trumpet's cheerful noise is heard, When I stood waiting underneath thy window, All at the signal leap from downy rest,

Quaking with fierce and violent desires; And every heart awakes, as mine does now. The dropping dews fell cold upon my head, Where art thou?

Darkness inclosed, and the winds whistled round, Cast. [Entering.) Here, my love.

Which, with my mournful sighs, made such a Mon. No nearer, lest I vanish.

music, Cast. Have I been in a dream, then, all this As might have moved the hardest heart; why while?

wert thou And art thou but the shadow of Monimia? Deaf to my criefs, and senseless of my pains? Why dost thou fly me thus ?

Mon. Did not I beg thee to forbear inquiry? Mon. Oh, were it possible, that we could drown Readst thou not something in my face, that In dark oblivion but a few past hours,

speaks We might be happy.

Wonderful change, and horror from within me? Cast. Is it then so hard, Monimia, to forgive Cust. Then there is something yet, which I A fault, where humble love, like mine, implores have pot known: thee?

What dost thou mean by horror and forbearance For I must love thee, though it prove my ruin. Of mine inquiry? Tell me, I beg thee, tell me, Which way shall I court thee?

And don't betray me to a second madness ! What shall I do to be enough thy slave,

Mon. Must I? And satisfy the lovely pride that's in thee? Cast. If, labouring in the pangs of death, I'll kneel to thee, and weep a flood before thee. Thou wouldst do any thing to give me ease, Yet prithee, tyrant, break not quite my heart; Unfold this riddle ere my thoughts grow wild, But when my task of penitence is done, And let in fears of ugly form upon me. Heal it again, and comfort me with love.

Mon. My heart won't let me speak it; but Mon. If I am dumb, Castalio, and want words remember, To pay thee back this mighty tenderness, Monimia, poor Monimia, tells you this, It is because I look on thee with horror, We ne'er must mect again And cannot see the man I have wronged.

Cast. What means my destiny? Cast. Thou hast not wronged me.

For all my good or evil fate dwells in thee ! Mon. Ah! alas, thou talk'st

Ne'er meet again! Just as thy poor heart thinks! Have not I wronged Mon. No, never. thee?

Cast. Where's the power Cast. No.

On earth, that dare not look like thee, and Mon. Still thou wander'st in the dark, Castalio; But wilt, ere long, stumble on horrid danger. Thou art my heart's inheritance; I served Cast. What means my love?

A long and painful faithful slavery for thee :

say so?


And who shall rob me of the dear bought bles- Within thy friendly bosom all my follies; sing?

For thou wilt pardon them, because they are mine. Mon. Time will clear all; but now, let this Pol. Be not too credulous; consider first; content you.

Friends may be false. Is there no friendship Heaven has decreed, and therefore I'm resolved (With torment I must tell it thee, Castalio) Cast. Why dost thou ask me that? Does this Ever to be a stranger to thy love,

appear In some far distant country waste my life, Like a false friendship, when, with open arms, And, from this day, to see thy face no more. And streaming eyes, I run upon thy breast? Cast. Where ain I? Sure I wander amidst en- Oh! 'tis in thee alone I must have comfort! chantment,

Pol. I fear, Castalio, I have none to give thec. And never more shall find the way to rest;

Cast. Dost thou not love me, then ? But, oh, Monimia! art thou indeed resolved Pol, Oh, more than life : To punish me with everlasting absence? I never had a thought of my Castalio, Why turnest thou from me? I am alone already; Might wrong the friendship we have vowed toMethinks I stand upon a naked beach,

gether. Sighing to winds, and to the seas complaining, Hast thou dealt so by me? Whilst afar off the vessel sails away,

Cast. I hope I have. Where all the treasure of my soul's embarked. Pol. Then tell me why this mourning, this disWilt thou not turn? Oh! could those eyes but

order? speak,

Cast. Oh, Polydore, I know not how to tell I should know all, for love is pregnant in them;

They swell, they press their beams upon me still : Shame rises in my face, and interrupts
Wilt thou not speak? If we must part for ever, The story of my tongue.
Give me but one kind word to think upon,

Pol. I grieve, my friend And please myself withal, whilst my heart's Knows any thing, which he is ashamed to tell me; breaking

Or didst thou e'er conceal thy thoughts froin Po-
Mon. Ah, poor Castalio! [Erit Monimia. lydore?
Cast. Pity, by the gods,

Cast." Oh, much too oft !
She pities me! then thou wilt go eternally, But let me here conjure thee,
What means all this? Why all this stir to plague By all the kind affection of a brother,

A single wretch? If but your word can shake (for I am ashamed to call myself thy friend)
This world to atoms, why so much ado

Forgive me
With me? Think me but dead, and lay me so. Pol. Well, go on.

Cast. Our destiny contrived

To plague us both with one unhappy love.
Pol. To live, and live a torment to myself, Thou, like a friend, a constant, generous friend,
What dog would bear it, that knew but his con- In its first pangs didst trust me with thy passion,

Whilst I still smoothed my pain with smiles beWe have little knowledge, and that makes us fore thee, cowards,

And made a contract I ne'er meant to keep, Because it cannot tell us what's to come.

Pol. How ! Cast. Who's there?

Cast. Still new ways I studied to abuse thee, Pol. Why, what art thou?

And kept thee as a stranger to my passion, Cast. My brother Polydore?

'Till yesterday I wedded with Monimia. Pol. My name is Polydore.

Pol. Ah, Castalio, was that well done! Cast. Canst thou inform me

Cast. No; to conceal it froin thee was much Pol. Of what!

a fault. Cast. Of my Monimia !

Pol. A fault! when thou hast heard Pol. No. Good-day.

The tale I tell, what wilt thou call it then? Cast. In haste!

Cast. Hlow my heart throbs !
Methinks my Polydore appears in sadness. Pol. First for thy friendship, traitor,

Pol. Indeed, and so to me does my Castalio. I cancel it thus; after this day, I'll ne'er
Cast. Do I?

Hold trust or converse with the false Castalio : Pol. Thou dost.

This, witness Heaven ! Cast. Alas, I have wond'rous reason!

Cast. What will iny fate do with me? I am strangely altered, brother, since I saw thec. I've lost all happiness, and know not why. Pol. Why!

What means this, brother? Cast. Oh! to tell thee, would but put thy Pol. Perjured, treacherous wretch, heart

Farewell ! To pain. Let me embrace thee but a little, Cast. I'll be thy slave, and thou shalt use me And weep upon thy neck; I would repose Just as thou wilt, do but forgive mc. Pol. I.




Pol. Never.

[Fight ; Polydore drops his sword, and runs Cast. Oh! think a little what thy heart is do- on Castalio's. ing:

Pol. Now, my Castalio is again my friend. How, from our infancy, we, hand in hand, Cast. What have I done? my sword is in thy Have trod the path of life in love together;

breast ! One bed bath held us, and the same desires, Pol. So I would have it be, thou best of men, The same aversions, still employed our thoughts: Thou kindest brother, and thou truest friend. When e'er had I a friend, that was not Polydore's ? Cast. Ye gods, we are taught, that all your Or Polydore a foe, that was not mine?

works are justice, Even in the womb we embraced; and wilt thou You are painted merciful, and friends to inno For the first fault, abandon and forsake me, If so, then why these plagues upon my head? Leave me, amidst afflictions, to myself,

Pol. Blame not the heavens; here lies thy Plunged in the gulf of grief, and none to help me! fate, Castalio;

Pol. Go to Monimia, in her arms thoul't find They are not the gods, 'tis Polydore has wronged Repose ; she has the art of healing sorrows.

thee; Cast. What arts?

I have stained thy bed; thy spotless marriage joys Pol. Blind wretch ! thoy husband! there is a Have been polluted by thy brother's lust. question !

Cast. By thee! Go to her fulsome bed, and wallow there :

Pol. By me, last night, the horrid deed
Till some hot ruffian, full of lust and wine, Was done, when all things slept but rage and
Come storm thee out, and shew thee what's thy incest.

Cast. Now, where's Monimia? Oh!
Cast. Hold there, I charge thee.
Pol. Is she not a

Cast. Whore ?

Mon. I am here, who calls me? Pol. Ay, whore; I think that word needs no Methought I heard a voice, explaining.

Sweet as the shepherd's pipe upon the mountains,
Cast. Alas! I can forgive even this, to thee! When all his little flock's at feed before him.
But let me tell thee, Polydore, I am grieved But what means this? Here's blood.
To find thee guilty of such low revenge,

Cast. Ay, brother's blood.
To wrong that virtue, which thou couldșt not Art thou prepared for everlasting pains ?

Pol. Oh, let me charge thee, by the eternal Pol. It seems I lie, then?

justice, Cast. Should the bravest man

Hurt not her tender life! That e'er wore conquering sword, but dare to Cast. Not kill her? Rack me, whisper

Ye powers above, with all your choicest torments, What thou proclaim'st, he were the worst of Horror of mind, and pains yet uninvented, liars :

If I not practise cruelty upon her, My friend may be mistaken.

And wreak revenge some way yet never known. Pol. Damn the evasion!

Mon. That task myself have finished; I shall Thou meanest the worst; and he is a base-born die villain,

Before we part; I have drank a healing draught That said I lied.

For all my cares, and never more shall wrong Cast. Do, draw thy sword, and thrust it through thee. my heart;

Pol. O she's innocent! There is no joy in life, if thou art lost,

Cast. Tell me that story, A base-born villain!

And thou wilt make a wretch of me indeed. Pol. Yes; thou never cam'st

Pol. Hadst thou, Castalio, used me like a From old Acaste's loins ; the midwife put

friend, A cheat upon my mother, and instead

This ne'er had happened ; hadst thou let me Of a true brother, in a cradle by me,

know Placed some coarse peasant's cub, and thou art he. Thy marriage, we had all now met in joy; Cast. Thou art my brother still.

But, ignorant of that, Pol. Thou liest.

Hearing the appointment made, enraged to think Cast. Nay then

(He draws. Thou hadst outdone nie in successful love, Yet I am calm.

I, in the dark, went and supplied thy place; Pol. A coward's always so.

Whilst, all the night, 'midst our triumphant joys, Cast. Ah !-ah--that stings home-Coward ! The trembling, tender, kind, deceived Monimia, Pol. Ay, base-born coward! villain !

Embraced, caressed, and called me her Castalio. Cast. This to thy heart, then, though my mother Cast. And all this is the work of my own for bore thee.



None but myself could e'er have been so cursed! | But here remain, till my heart burst with sobbing. My fatal love, alas ! has ruined thee,

Cast. Vanish, I charge thee, orThou fairest, goodliest frame the gods e'er made,

[Draws a dagger. Or ever human eyes and hearts adored.

Cha. Thou canst not kill me; I've murdered too my brother.

That would be kindness, and against thy nature. Why wouldst thou study ways to damn me far- Acast. What means Castalio? Sure thou wilt ther,

not pull And force the sin of parricide upon me? More sorrow's on thy aged father's head. Pol. 'Twas my own fault, and thou art inno- | Tell me, I beg you, tell me the sad cause cent;

Of all this ruin. Forgive the barbarous trespass of my tongue ; Pol. That must be my task: 'Twas a hard violence: I could have died But 'tis too long for one in pain to tell ; With love of thee, even when I used thee worst; You'll in my closet find the story written Nay, at each word, that my distraction uttered, Of all our woes. Castalio is innocent, My heart recoiled, and 'twas half death to speak And so is Monimia; only I am to blame. them.

Enquire no farther. Mon. Now, my Castalio, the most dear of men, East. Thou, unkind Chamont, Wilt thou receive pollution to thy bosom, Unjustly hast pursued me with thy hate, And close the eyes of one, that has betrayed thee? And sought the life of him, that never wronged Cast. Oh, I am the unhappy wretch, whose

thee: cursed fate

Now, if thou wilt embrace a nobler vengeance, Has weighed thee down into destruction with him. Come, join with me, and curseWhy then, thus kind to me?

Cha. What? Mon. When I ain laid low in the grave, and Cast. First, thyself, quite forgotten,

As I do, and the hour, that gave thee birth : Mayst thou be happy in a fairer bride; Confusion and disorder seize the world, But none can ever love thee like Monimia. To spoil all trust and converse amongst men ! When I am dead, as presently I shall be, 'Twixt families engender endless feuds, (For the grim tyrant grasps my heart already) In countries needless fears, in cities factions, Speak well of me; and, if thou find ill tongues In states rebellion, and in churches schism ! Too busy with my fame, don't hear me wronged; Till all things move against the course of nature, Twill be a noble justice to the memory,

Till form's dissolved, the chain of causes broken, Of a poor wretch, once honoured with thy love. And the original of being lost ! How my head swims! 'tis very dark. Good-night. Acast. Have patience.

[Dies. Cast. Patience! preach it to the winds, Cast. If I survive thee what a thought was The roaring seas, or raging fires! the knaves that?

That teach it, laugh at ye, when ye believe them. Thank Heaven, I go prepared against that curse. Strip me of all the common needs of life,

Scald me with leprosy, let friends forsake me, Enter CHAMONT, disarmed and seized by Acasto I'll bear it all; but cursed to the degree and Servants.

That I am now, 'tis this must give me patience : Cha. Gape earth, and swallow me to quick de- Thus I find rest, and shall complain no more. struction,

[Stabs himself. If I forgive your house ! if I not live

Pol. Castalio ! oh! An everlasting plague to thee, Acasto,

Cast. I come. And all thy race. Ye've overpowered me now; Chamont, to thee my birth-right I beqıcath; But bear me, Heaven !--Ah, here's a scene of Comfort my mourning father, heal Iris griets, death!

[Acasto faints into the arms of a servant. My sister, my Monimia breathless! Now, Por I perceive they fall with weight upon him. Ye powers above, if ye have justice, strike, And, for Monimia's sake, whom thou wilt find Strike bolts through me, and through the cursed I never wronged, be kind to poor Serina. Castalio!

Now, all I bey, is, lay me in one grave Acast. My Polydore !

Thus with my love. Farewell. I now am-10Pol. Who calls?


[Dies. Acast. How camest thou wounded?

Chu. Take care of good Acasto, whilst I go Cast. Stand off, thoa hot-brained, boisterous, To search the means, by which the fates have noisy ruffian,'

plagued us. And leave me to my sorrows !

'Tis thus that Heaven its empire does maintain; Cha By the love

It may afflict, but man must not complain. I bore her bving, I will ne'er forsake her ;

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SCENE I.-A Street in Venice. And urge its baseness) when you first came home

From travel, with such hopes as made you lookEnter PRIULI and JAFFIER, Pri. No more! I'll hear no more! Begone By all men's eyes, a youth of expectation, and leave me.

Pleased with your growing virtue, I received you; Jaf. Not hear me ! By my suffering but you Courted, and sought to raise you to your merits: shall !

My house, my table, nay, my fortune too, My lord, my lord ! I'm not that abject wretch, My very self was yours; you might have used me You think me. Patience ! where's the distance to your best service; like an open friend throws

I treated, trusted, you, and thought you mine: Me back so far, but I may boldly speak When, in requital of my best endeavours, In right, though proud oppression will not hear me? You treacherously practised to undo me; Pri. Have you not wronged me?

Seduced the weakness of my age's darling, Jaf. Could my nature e'er

My only child, and stole her from my bosom. Have brooked injustice, or the doing wrongs, Oh Belvidera! I need not now thus low have bent myself, Jaf. 'Tis to me you owe her! To gain a hearing from a cruel father.

Childless you had been else, and in the grave Wronged you !

Your name extinct; no more Priuli heard of.
Pri. Yes, wronged me! In the nicest point, You may remember, scarce five years are past,
The honour of my house, you have done me Since in your brigantine you sailed to see

The Adriatic wedded by our duke;
You may remember (for I now will speak, And I was with you : your unskilful pilot

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