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But have a care, by friendship I conjure thee, Boys must be whipped, that tell their masters' se-
That no false play be offered to thy brother.
Urge all thy powers to make thy passion pros- Mon. Fear not Cordelio; it shall ne'er be

known; But wrong not mine.

For I'll preserve the secret as 'twere mine. Pol. Heaven blast me, if I do.

Polydore cannot be so kind as I. Cast. If it prove thy fortune, Polydore, to con- I'll furnish thee with all the harmless sports, quer,

With pretty toys, and thou shalt be my page. (For thou hast all the arts of soft persuasion) Page. And truly, madam, I had rather be so. Trust me, and let me know thy love's success, Methinks you love me better than my lord ; That I may ever after stifle mine.

For he was never half so kind as you are. Pol. Though she be dearer to my soul than What must I do?.

Mon. Inform me how thou hast heard To weary pilgrims, or to misers gold,

Castalio and his brother use my name. To great men power, or wealthy cities pride, Page. With all the tenderness of love; Rather than wrong Castalio, l'a forget her. You were the subject of their last discourse.

For if ye, powers, have happiness in store, At first I thought it would have fatal proved; When ye would shower down joys on Poly- But as the one grew hot, the other cooled, dore,

And yielded to the frailty of his friend;
In one great blessing all your bounty send, At last, after much struggling, 'twas resolved
That I may never lose so dear a friend.

Mon. What, good Cordelio?
[Exeunt Cast. and Pol. Page. Not to quarrel for you.

Mon. I would not have them; by my dearest

Mon. So soon returned from hunting? This I would not be the argument of strife.

But surely my Castalio wont forsake me,
Seems as if sent to invite the world abroad. And make a mockery of my easy love.
Passed not Castalio and Polydore this way? Went they together?
Page. Madam, just now.

Page. Yes, to seek you, madam.
Mon, Sure some ill fate's upon me;

Castalio promised Polydore to bring him
Distrust and heaviness sit round my heart,

Where he alone might meet you,
And apprehension shocks my timorous soul. And fairly try the fortune of his wishes.
Why was not I laid in my peaceful grave

Mon. Am I then grown so cheap, just to be With my poor parents, and at rest as they are ?

made Instead of that I'm wandering into cares. A common stake, a prize for love in jest?-Castalio! oh, Castalio! thou hast caught Was not Castalio very loth to yield it? My foolish heart; and, like a tender child, Or was it Polydore's unruly passion, That trusts his play-thing to another hand, That heightened the debate ? I fear its harm, and would fain have it back. Page. The fault was Polydore's. Come near, Cordelio. I must chide you, sir. Castalio played with love, and smiling shewed Page. Why, madam, have I done you any The pleasure, not the pangs of his desire. wrong?

He said, no woman's smiles should buy his freeMon. I never see you now; you have been kinder,

And marriage is a mortifying thing. Sat by my bed, and sung me pretty songs :

Mon. Then I am ruined ! If Castalio's false, Perhaps I've been ungrateful." Here's money for Where is there faith and honour to be found you :

Ye gods, that guard the innocent, and guide Will you oblige me? Shall I see you oftener? The weak, protect, and take me to your care.

Page. Madam, I'd serve you with my soul : Oh, but I love him! There's the rock will wreck But in the morning when you call me to you,

me ! As by your bed I stand, and tell you stories, Why was I made with all my sex's softness, I am ashamed to see your swelling breasts, Yet want the cunning to conceal its follies? It makes me blush, they are so very white. I'll see Castalio, tax him with his falsehoods, Mon. Oh, men! for flattery and deceit re- Be a true woman, rail, protest my wrongs; nowned!

Resolve to hate him, and yet love him still. Thus, when ye are young, ye learn it all, like him,

Enter Castalio and POLYDORE. Till, as your years increase, that strengthens too,

To undo poor maids, and make our ruin easy.- He comes, the conqueror comes ! lie still, my Tell me, Cordelio, for thou oft hast heard

heart, Their friendly converse, and their bosom secrets; And learn to bear thy injuries with scorn. Sometimes, at least, have they not talked of me? Cust. Madam, my brother begs he may have Page. Oh, madam, very wickedly they have

leave talked !

To tell you something, that concerns you nearly. But I am afraid to name it; for, they say, I leave you as becomes me, and withdraw.


Mon. My lord, Castalio!


poor and helpless orphan, to his care. Cust. Madam?

Pol. 'Twas heaven ordained it so, to make me Mon. Have you purposed

happy. To abuse me palpably? What means this usage? Hence with this peevish virtue! 'tis a cheat, Why am I left with Polydore alone?

And those, who taught it first, were hypocrites. Cast. He best can tell you. Business of im- Come, these soft tender limbs were made for portance

yielding. Calls me away; I must attend my


Mon. Here on my knees, by Heaven's blest Mon. Will you then leave me thus ?

power I swear,

[Kneels. Cası. But for a moment.

If you persist, I ne'er henceforth will see you, Mon. It has been otherwise; the time has But rather wander through the world a beggar, been,

And live on sordid scraps at proud men's doors; When business might have staid, and I been For though to fortune lost, I'll still inherit heard.

My mother's virtues, and my father's honour, Cast. I could for ever hear thee; but this time Pol. Intolerable vanity! your sex Matters of such odd circumstances press me, Was never in the right; ye are always false That I must go

[Erit. Or silly; even your dresses are not more Mon. Then go, and, if it be possible, for ever. Fantastic than your appetites; you think Well, my lord Polydore, I guess your business, Of nothing twice; opinion you have none; And read the ill-natured purpose in your eyes. To-day ye are nice, to-morrow none so free;

Pol. If to desire you more than misers wealth, Now smile, then frown; now sorrowful, then Or dying men an hour of added life;

glad; If softest wishes, and a heart more true

Now pleased, now not; and all you know not Than eyer suffered yet for love disdained,

why! Speak an ill nature, you accuse me justly. Virtue you affect; inconstancy's your practice; Mon. Talk not of love, my lord! I must not And when your loose desires once get dominion, hear it.

No hungry churl feeds coarser at a feast ; Pol. Who can behold such beauty and be si- Every rank fool goes down. lent?

Mon. Indeed, my lord, Desire first taught us words. Man, when crea- I own my sex's follies; I have them all, ted,

And, to avoid its fault, must fly from you. At first alone long wandered up

and down, Therefore, believe me, could you raise me high Forlorn, and silent as his vassal-beasts;

As most fantastic woman's wish could reach, But when a heaven-born maid, like you, ap- And lay all nature's riches at my feet; peared,

I'd rather run a savage in the woods Strange pleasures filled his eyes, and fired his Ainongst brute beasts, grow wrinkled and deheart,

formed, Unloosed his tongue, and his first talk was love. As wildness and most rude neglect could make me, Mon. The first created pair indeed were So I might still enjoy my honour safe blessed;

From the destroying wiles of faithless men. They were the only objects of each other,

(Erit. Therefore he courted her, and her alone:

Pol. Who'd be that sordid foolish thing, called But in this peopled world of beauty, where

man, There's roving room, where you may court, and To cringe thus, fawn, and Aatter for a pleasure, ruin

Which beasts enjoy so very much above him? A thousand more, why need you talk to me? The lusty bull ranges through all the field,

Pol. Oh! I could talk to thee for ever. Thus And from the herd singling his female out, Eternally admiring, fix and gaze

Enjoys her, and abandons her at will. On those dear eyes; for every glance they send It shall be so; I'll yet possess my love; Darts through ny soul, and almost gives enjoy- Wait on, and watch her loose unguarded hours; ment.

Then, when her roving thoughts have been as Json. How can you labour thus for my un

broad, doing?

And brought in wanton wishes to her heart, I must confess, indeed, I owe you more

I'th' very minute, when her virtue nods, Than ever I can hope or think to pay.

I'll rush upon her in a storm of love, There always was a friendship’twixt our families; Beat down her guard of honour all before me, And therefore, when my tender parents died, Surfeit on joys, till even desire grow sick; Whose ruined fortunes too expired with them, Then, by long absence, liberty regain, Your father's pity and his bounty took me, And quite forget the pleasure and the pain,

(Ereunt Pol. and Pugsa


When privately perhaps they meet together, SCENE I.

And lay the scene of some brave fellow's ruin?

Such things are done.
A Saloon.--Enter Acasto, CASTALIO, and Cast. Your lordship's wrongs have been

So great, that you with justice may complain;
Acust. To-day has been a day of glorious sport. But suffer us, whose younger minds ne'er felt
When you, Castalio, and your brother left me, Fortune's deceits, to court her as she's fair.
Forth from the thickets rushed another boar, Were she a common mistress, kind to all,
So large, he seemed the tyrant of the woods, Her worth would cease, and half the world grow
With all his dreadful bristles raised up high,

idle. They seemed a grove of spears upon his back; Acast. Go to, ye're fools, and know me not; Foaming, he came at me, where I was posted,

I've learned, Best to observe which way he'd lead the chase, Long since, to bear, revenge, or scorn my wrongs, Whetting his huge large tusks, and gaping wide, According to the value of the doer. As if he already had me for his prey;

You both would fain be great, and to that end Till, brandishing my well-poised javelin high, Desire to do things worthy your ambition. With this bold executing arm, I struck

Go to the camp, preferment's noblest mart, The ugly, brindled monster to the heart. Where honour ought to have the fairest play, Cast. The actions of your life were always

you'll find wondrous.

Corruption, envy, discontent, and faction, Acast. No flattery, boy! an honest man can't Almost in every band.

How many men live by it;

Have spent their blood in their dear country's It is a little sneaking art, which knaves

service, Use to cajole and soften fools withal.

Yet now pine under want, whilst selfish slaves, If thou hast flattery in thy nature, out with it,

That e'en would cut their throats whom now Or send it to a court, for there 'twill thrive.

they fawn on, Pol. Why there?

Like deadly locusts, eat the honey up, Acast. 'T'is, next to money, current there ; Which those industrious bees so hardly toited for. To be seen daily in as many forms

Cast. These precepts suit not with my active As there are sorts of vanities, and men.

mind; The supercilious statesman has his sneer, Methinks I would be busy. To smooth a poor man off with, that can't bribe Pol. So would I, him;

Not loiter out my life at home, and know The grave dull fellow of small business sooths No farther than one prospect gives me leave. The humourist, and will needs admire his wit. dcast. Busy your minds then, study arts and Who, without spleen, could see a hot-brained

men; atheist

Learn how to value merit, though in rags, Thanking a surly doctor for his sermon ? And scorn a proud ill-mannered knave in office. Or a grave counsellor meet a smooth young

Enter SERINA. lord, Squeeze him by th' hand, and praise his good Ser. My lord, my father! complexion ?

Acast. Blessings on my child, Pol. Courts are the places, where best man- My little cherub! what hast thou to ask me ? ners flourish;

Ser. I bring you, sir, most glad and welcome Where the deserving ought to rise, and fools Make shew. Why should I vex and chafe my The young. Chamont, whom you've so often spleen,

wished for, To see a gaudy coxcomb shine, when I

Is just arrived and entering. Have seen enough to sooth him in his follies, Acast. By my soul And ride him to advantage as I please? And all my honours, he is most dearly welcome; Acast. Who merit, ought indeed to rise i' th' Let me receive him like his father's friend,

world; But no wise man, that's honest, should expect it.

Enter CHAMONT. What man of sense would rack his generous mind, Welcome, thou relic of the best loved man! To practise all the base formalities

Welcome, from all the turmoils and the hazards And forms of business ? force a grave starched Of certain danger aud uncertain fortune! face,

Welcome, as happy tidings after fears! When he's a very libertine in's heart ?

Cha. Words would but wrong the gratitude I Secin not to know this or that man in public,

owe you:



Should I begin to speak, my soul's so full, For this be ever blest my marriage day,
That I should talk of nothing else all day. Blest be your mother's memory, that bore you;

And doubly blest be that auspicious hour,

That gave you birth! Yes, my aspiring boys, Mon. My brother!

Ye shall have business, when your master wants Cha. Oh my sister! let me hold thee

you. Long in my arms. I've not beheld thy face You cannot serve a nobler: I have served him; These many days; by night I have often seen In this old body yet the marks remain thee

Of many wounds. I've, with this tongue, proIn gentle dreams, and satisfied my soul

claimed With fancied joys, 'till morning cares awaked me. His right, even in the face of rank rebellion; Another sister! sure it must be so;

And, when a foul-mouthed traitor once profaned Though I remember well I had but one: His sacred name, with my good sabre drawn, But I feel something in my heart that prompts, Even at the head of all his giddy rout, And tells me, she has claim and interest there. I rushed, and clove the rebel to the chine. Acast. Young soldier, you've not only studied

Enter Sercant. war; Courtship, I see, has been your practice too, Serv. My lord, the expected guests are just arAnd may not prove unwelcome to my daughter.

rived. Cha. Is she your daughter? then my heart told Acast. Go you, and give them welcome and true,

reception. And I'm at least her brother by adoption; [Ereunt CASTALIO, POLYDORE, SERINA, &c. For you have made yourself to me a father, Cha. My lord, I stand in need of your assistAnd by that patent İ have leave to love her.

Ser. Monimia, thou hast told me men are false, In something, that concerns my peace and honour. Will flatter, feign, and make an art of love: Acast. Spoke like the son of that brave man Is Chamont so? No, sure, he's more than man,

I loved : Something that's near divine, and truth dwells So freely, friendly, we conversed together. in him.

Whate'er it be, with confidence impart it; Acast. Thus happy, who would envy pompous Thou shalt command my fortune and my sword. power,

Cha. I dare not doubt your friendship, nor your The luxury of courts, or wealth of cities?

justice; Let there be joy through all the house this day! Your bounty shewn to what I hold most dear, In every room let plenty flow at large!

My orphan sister, must not be forgotten. It is the birth-day of my royal master.

Acast. Prithee no more of that, it grates my You have not visited the court, Chamont,

nature. Since your return?

Cha. When our dear parents died, they died Cha, I have no business there;

together, I have not slavish temperance enough

One fate surprised them, and one grave received To attend a favourite's heels, and watch his smiles,

them; Bear an ill office done me to my face,

My father, with his dying breath, bequeathed And thank the lord, that wronged me, for his fa- Her to my love. My mother, as she lay,

Languishing by him, called me to her side, Acast. This you could do. (To his sons. Took me in her fainting arms, wept, and embraCast. I'd serve my prince.

ced me; Acast. Who'd serve him?

Then pressed me close, and, as she observed my Cast. I would, my lord.

tears, Pol. And I'; both would.

Kissed them away. Said she, ‘Chamont, my son, Acast. Away!

* By this, and all the love I ever shewed thee, He needs not any servants such as you. • Be careful of Monimia; watch her youth; Serve him! he merits more than man can do! Let not her wants betray her to dishonour: He is so good, praise cannot speak his worth; • Perhaps kind heaven may raise some friend'So mercitul, sure he ne'er slept in wrath;

then sighed, So just, that were he but a private man, Kissed me again; so blest us, and expiredo He could not do a wrong. How would you serve Pardon my grief ! him ?

Acast. It speaks an honest nature. Cast. I'd serve him with my fortune here at Cha. The friend heaven raised was you; you home,

took her up,
And serve him with my person in his wars, An infant to the desart world exposed,
Watch for him, fight for him, bleed for him. And proved another parent.
Pol. Die for him,

Acast. I've not wronged her.
As every true-born loyal subject ought.

Cha. Far be it from my fears. Acast. Let me embrace you both. Now, by Acast. Then why this argument? the souls

Cha. My lord, my nature's jealous, and you'll Of my brave ancestors, I am truly happy!

bear it.


Where power

Acast. Go on.

The form of thee, thus beauteous as thou art; Cha. Great spirits bear misfortunes hardly. Thy garments flowing loose, and in each band Good offices claim gratitude; and pride, A wanton lover, who by turns caressed thee,

is wanting, will usurp a little, With all the freedom of unbounded pleasure. And make us, rather than be thought behind- I snatched my sword, and in the very moment hand,

Darted it at the phantom; straight it left me. Pay over-price.

Then rose, and called for lights, when, oh, dire Acast. I cannot guess your drift;

omen! Distrust you me?

I found my weapon had the arras pierced, Cha. No, but I fear her weakness

Just where that famous tale was interwoven, May make her pay her debt at any rate; How the unhappy Theban slew his father. And, to deal freely with your lordship’s goodness, Mon. And for this cause my virtue is suspected! I've heard a story lately much disturbs me. Because in dreams your fancy has been ridden, Acast. Then first charge her; and if the of- I must be tortured waking! fence be found

Cha. Have a care!

my reach, though it should touch my na- Labour not to be justified too fast.

Hear all, and then let justice hold the scale.
In my own offspring, by the dear remembrance What followed was the riddle, that confounds me.
Of thy brave father, whom my heart rejoiced in, Through a close lane as I pursued my journey,
I'd prosecute it with severest vengeance. (Exit. And meditated on the last night's vision,
Cha, I thank you from


I spied a wrinkled hag, with age grown double, Mon. Alas! my brother!

Picking dry sticks, and mumbling to berself; What have I done ? and why do you abuse me? Her eyes with scalding rheum were galled and My heart quakes in me; in your settled face,

red; And clouded brow, methinks I see my fate. Cold palsy shook her head, her hands seemed You will not kill me!

withered, Cha. Prithee, why dost talk so?

And on her crooked shoulders had she wrapped Mon. Look kindly on me then : I cannot bear The tattered remnant of an old striped hanging, Severity; it daunts, and does amaze me, Which served to keep her carcase from the cold; My heart's so tender, should you charge me So there was nothing of a piece about her. roughly,

Her lower weeds were all o'er coarsely patched I should but weep, and answer you with sobbing; With different coloured rags, black, red, white, But yse me gently, like a loving brother,

yellow, And search through all the secrets of my soul. And seemed to speak variety of wretchedness. Cha, Fear nothing; I will shew myself a bro- I asked her of my way, which she informed me; ther,

Then craved my charity, and bade me hasten A tender, honest, and a loving brother. To save a sister! at that word I started. You've not forgot our father?

Mon. The common cheat of beggars; every Mon. I shall never.

day Cha. Then you'll remember too, he was a man, They flock about our doors, pretend to gifts That lived up to the standard of his honour, Of prophecy, and telling fools their fortunes. Aud prized that jewel more than mines of wealth. Cha. Oh! but she told me such a tale, MoniHe'd not have done a shameful thing but once;

mia, Though kept in darkness from the world, and As in it bore great circumstance of truth: hidden,

Castalio and Polydore, my sister! He could not have forgiven it to himself.

Mon. Ha ! This was the only portion that he left us;

Cha. What, altered! does your courage fail And I more glory in't, than if possest

you! Of all, that ever fortune threw on fools.

Now by my father's soul, the witch was honest. 'Twas a large trust, and must be managed nicely. Answer me, if thou hast not lost to them Now, if by any chance, Monimia,

Thy honour, at a sordid game? You have soiled this gem, and taken from its va- Mlon. I will, lue,

I must, so hardly my misfortune loads me; How will you account with me?

That both have offered me their loves, most true. Mon. I challenge envy,

Cha, And 'tis as true too, they have both uMalice, and all the practices of hell,

done thee. To censure all the actions of my past

Mon. Though they both with earnest vows Unhappy life, and taint mę if they can.

Havepressed my heart, it'e'er in thought I yielded Chu. I'll tell thee, then; three nights ago, as I To any but CastalioLay musing in my bed, all darkness round me, Cha, But Castalio! A sudden damp struck to my heart, cold sweat Mon. Still will you cross the line of my disDewed all my face, and trembling scized my

course! limbs;

Yes, I confess, that he has won my soul My bed shook under me, the curtains started, By generous love, and honourable vows, And to my tortured fancy there appeared Which he this day appointed to complete,

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