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Cha. Why wilt thou rack
My soul so long, Monimia? Ease me quickly;
Cha. Secret as the grave.
Mon. But when I have told you, will you keep your fury
Within its bonds? Will you not do some rash
You would not think how hardly I've been used
Cha. I will be calm-but has Castalio wronged thee?
Has he already wasted all his love?
What has he done? Quickly, for I'm all trem- I have a sword, my arm's good old acquaintance; Villain to thee!
With expectation of a horrid tale.
Mon. Oh! could you think it!
Mon. I fear he'll kill me.
Mon. Indeed I do; he's strangely cruel to me; Which, if it last, I'm sure must break my heart. Cha. What has he done?
Mon. Most barbarously used me. Nothing so kind as he, when in my arms! In thousand kisses, tender sighs and joys, Not to be thought again, the night was wasted; At dawn of day he rose, and left his conquest. But, when we met, and I, with open arms, Ran to embrace the lord of all my wishes, Oh, then!
Cha. So may this arm
Throw him to the earth, like a dead dog despised! Lameness and leprosy, blindness and lunacy, Poverty, shame, pride, and the name of villain, Light on me, if, Castalio, I forgive thee!
Mon. Nay, now, Chamont, art thou unkind as he is!
Didst thou not promise me thou wouldst be calm?
Keep my disgrace concealed? Why shouldst thou kill him?
By all my love, this arm should do bim vengeance.
You have been her father too
[Takes Mon. by the hand. Acust. Forbear the prologueAnd let me know the substance of thy tale. Cha. You took her up, a little tender flower, Just sprouted on a bank, which the next frost Had nipped; and, with a careful loving hand, Transplanted her into your own fair garden, Where the sun always shines. There long she flourished,
Your son Castalio has wronged Monimia.
Cha. Married her.
By yon blest heaven, there's not a lord
Cha. You dare not; all your family combined In one damned falsehood to outdo Castalio, Dare not deny it.
Acast. How has Castalio wronged her?
Cha. Ask that of him. I say, my sister's wronged :
Monimia, my sister, born as high
I'll do it. Hark you, my lord! your son Castalio;
Is framing mischiefs too, for aught I know,
Pol. Monimia, weeping!
So morning dews on new-blown roses lodge,
I come, my love, to kiss all sorrow from thee: . What mean these sighs? And why thus beats thy heart?
Mon. Let me alone to sorrow. 'Tis a cause None ere shall know: but it shall with me die.
Pol. Happy, Monimia, he, to whom these sighs, These tears, and all these languishings, are paid! I am no stranger to your dearest secret:
I know your heart was never meant for me;
Pol. Nay, wonder not; last night I heard
I did, Monimia, and cursed the sound.
Mon. Banish such fruitless hopes!
Mon. Away; what meant my lord
Pol. Is that a question now to be demanded?
To assault my lodging at the dead of night,
Pol. By those eyes
[Exit. It was the same: I spent my time much better: I tell thee, ill-natured fair one, I was posted
Mon. I am, my lord, if you'll vouchsafe to
To more advantage, on a pleasant hill
Of springing joy, and everlasting sweetness.
Pol. Where is the danger near me?
Mon. I fear you are on a rock will wreck your quiet,
And drown your soul in wretchedness for ever;
Pol. I'll trust thee with my life; on those soft breasts
Breathe out the choicest secrets of my heart,
Mon. Nay, I'll conjure you by the gods and angels,
By the honour of your name, that's most cont cerned,
To tell me, Polydore, and tell me truly,
Pol. Within thy arms
I triumphed ! rest had been my foe.
Let mischiefs multiply! Let every hour
And grow a curser of the works of nature!
Mon. Oh, Polydore, if all
The friendship e'er you vowed to good Castalio
As I am, in possession of thy sweetness?
Pol. What says Monimia! ha!
Speak that again.
Mon. I am Castalio's wife.
Pol. His married, wedded wife?
Saw it performed.
Pol. And then, have I enjoyed
My brother's wife?
Mon. As surely as we both
Must taste of misery, that guilt is thine.
Pol. Oh! thou mayst yet be happy.
Happy, with such a weight upon thy soul?
I'll find some place, where adders nest in winter,
SCENE I.-A Garden. CASTALIO lying on the ground.-Soft music. SONG.
Come, all ye youths, whose hearts e'er bled
Bring each a garland on his head,
Let none his sorrows hide:
The happiest mortal once was I; My heart no sorrows knew; Pity the pain with which I die,
But ask not whence it grew. Yet if a tempting fair you find, That's very lovely, very kind,
Though bright as heaven, whose stamp she bears,
See, where the deer trot after one another,
Acast. No, not much.
Wildness and freedom, pleasant springs, fresh
Calm arbours, lusty health and innocence,
Once in a season too they taste of love:
Acast. Castalio! Castalio!
Cast. Who's there
So wretched but to name Castalio?
Acast. I hope my message may succeed!
'Tis joy to see you, though where sorrow's nourished.
Acast. I'm come in beauty's cause; you'll guess the rest.
Cast. A woman! If you love my peace of mind,
Name not a woman to me; but to think
Acast. What ails my boy?
I would forget, and blot from my remembrance.
Cast. She, to chuse: Monimia!
very sound's ungrateful to my sense. Acast. This might seem strange, but you, I've found, will hide
Your heart from me; you dare not trust your fa
Cast. No more Monimia.
Cast. So much the worse; who loves to hear of wife?
When you would give all worldly plagues a name,
Acast. Castalio, you must go along with me, And see Monimia.
Cast. Sure my lord but mocks me.
Go see Monimia! Pray, my lord, excuse me,
Acast. I say, no more dispute. Complaints are made to me, that you have wronged her.
Cast. Who has complained?
Cha. Where is the hero, famous and renowned For wronging innocence and breaking vows? Whose mighty spirit, and whose stubborn heart, No woman can appease, nor man provoke?
Acast. I guess, Chamont, you come to seek
Cha. I come to seek the husband of Monimia.
Cha. I thought ere now to have found you
Cast. Then you are Chamont?
Cast. I have heard of such a man,
Cha. Thus I'll thank [Draws. Acast. By this good sword, who first presumes to violence, Makes me his foe Young man, it once was thought I was fit guardian of my house's honour; And you might trust your share with me
[Draws and interposes. [To Cast.
[To Cha. Young soldier, I must tell you, you have wronged
Acast. Her brother, to my face, proclaimed her I promised you to do Monimia right,
And thought my word a pledge, I would not forfeit:
But you, I find, would fright us to performance. Cast. Sir, in my younger years, with care you
That brave revenge was due to injured honour;
Oppose not then the justice of my sword,
Because thou knowest that place is sanctified
Cast. I am a villain, if I will not seek thee,
Thy father's honour's not above Monimia's;
Acast. Boy, don't disturb the ashes of the dead With thy capricious follies. The remembrance Of the loved creature, that once filled these
Sheath up thy angry sword, and don't affright me.
Cast. Sir, if you'd have me think you did not take
This opportunity to shew your vanity,
Farewell: I wish much happiness attend you.
Cast. Sir, 'twas my last request,
You would, though I find you will not be satisfied;
So, in a word, Monimia is my scorn;
She basely sent you here to try my fears;
That was your business;
No artful prostitute, in falsehoods practised,
Cast. Farewell-My father, you seem troubled. Acast. Would I'd been absent, when this boisterous brave Came to disturb thee thus. I'm grieved I hindered
Thy just resentment. But Monimia-
Acast. Don't curse her.
Cast. I'm sorry for it.
Acast. Methinks, if, as I guess, the fault's but small,
Flor. Oh, shew me quickly, where's Castalio!
Acast. What's the matter?
Flor. Hurried by despair,
She flies with fury over all the house,
Cast. Ha! 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 forgot her; But do not tell the world you saw this of me.