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Flor. Oh, shew me quickly, where's Castalio.
Flor. Hurry'd by despair,
Cast. Hah! will she? Does she name Castalio?
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. Monimia! oh!
[Exeunt Acasto and Cast.
A Chamber. Enter MONIMIA.
I will not rest till I have found Castalio,
So, in a camp, though at the dead of night,
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
way 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
thee back this mighty tenderness; It is because I look on thee with horror, And cannot see the man I have wrong'd.
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; But wilt, ere long, stumble on horrid danger.
“ Cast. What means my love?
“ 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.
" Cast. So, in the fields,
“ Seeking, when danger's past, to meet again, “ Make moan, and call, by such degrees approach; “ 'Till joining thus, they bill, and spread their wings, “ Murmuring love, and joy their fears are over.
“ Mon. Yet, have a care ; be not too fond of peace, “ Lest, in pursuance of the goodly quarry, “ Thou meet a disappointment that distracts thee.”
Cast. My better angel, then do thou inform me, What danger threatens me, and where it lies:
300 Why didst thou (pr’ythee smile, and tell me why) When I stood waiting underneath the window, Quaking with fierce and violent desires; The dropping dews fell cold upon my head, Darkness inclos’d, and the winds whistled round me; Which, with my mournful sighs, made such a music, As might have mov'd the hardest heart; why wert
thou Deaf to my cries, and senseless of my pains ?
Mon. Did I not beg thee to forbear inquiry?
Mon. Must I ?
Cast. If, lab’ring in the pangs of death, Thou would'st do any thing to give me ease ;
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 has 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