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And all the business of their lives be loving; The world should learn to love by virtuous rules,
The nuptial band should be the pledge of peace, And marriage be no more the jest of fools.
And all domestic cares and quarrels cease;



And this one interview shall end my cares.
SCENE.-A Hall.

My labouring heart, that swells with indignation

Heaves to discharge the burden; that once done,

The busy thing shall rest within its cell,
Cal. Be dumb for ever, silent as the grave, And never beat again.
Nor let thy fond officious love disturb

Luc. Trust not to that;.
My solemn sadness with the sound of joy ! Rage is the shortest passion of our souls:
If thou wilt soothe me, tell me some dismal tale Like narrow brooks, that rise with sudden
Of pining discontent and black despair;

showers, For, oh! I've gone around through all my thoughts, It swells in haste, and falls again as soon; But all are indignation, love, or shame,

Still, as it ebbs, the softer thoughts flow in, And my dear peace of mind is lost for ever! And the deceiver, Love, supplies its place.

Luc. Why do you follow still that wandering fire, Cal. I have been wronged enough to arm my That has misled your weary steps, and leaves you

temper Benighted in a wilderness of woe,

Against the smooth delusion ; but alas ! That false Lothario? Turn from the deceiver; (Chide not my weakness, gentle maid, but pity Turn, and behold where gentle Altamont,

me) Kind as the softest virgin of our sex,

A woman's softness hangs about me still: And faithful as the simple village swain, Then let me blush, and tell thee all my folly. That never knew the courtly vice of changing, I swear I could not see the dear betraver Sighs at your feet, and wooes you to be happy. Kneel at my feet, and sigh to be forgiven,

Cal. Away! I think not of him. My sad soul | But my relenting heart would pardon all,
Has formed a distal melancholy scene,

And quite forget 'twas he that had undone me. Such a retreat as I would wish to find;

Luc. Ye sacred powers, whose gracious proviAn unfrequented vale, o'ergrown with trees,

dence Mossy and old, within whose lonesome shade Is watchful for our good, guard me from men, Ravens, and birds ill-omened, only dwell : From their deceitful tongues, their vows, and No sound to break the silence, but a brook

flatteries! That, bubbling, winds among the weeds: no mark Still let me pass neglected by their eyes, Of any human shape that had been there, Let my bloom wither, and my form decay, Unless a skeleton of some poor wretch, That none may think it worth his while to ruin Who had long since, like me, by love undone,

me, Sought that sad place out, to despair and die in! And fatal love may never be my bane ! [Erit. Luc. Alas, for pity!

Cal. Ha, Altamont !--Calista, now be wary, Cal. There I fain would hide me

And guard thy soul's accesses with dissembling: From the base world, from malice, and from Nor let this hostile husband's eyes explore shame!

The warring passions, and tumultuous thoughts, For 'tis the solemn counsel of my soul

That rage within thee, and deform thy reason. Never to live with public loss of honour: 'Tis fixed to die, rather than bear the insolence

Enter ALTAMONT. Of each affected she that tells my story,

Alt. Begone, my cares, I give you to the winds, And blesses her good stars that she is virtuous. Far to be borne, far from the happy Altamont ! To be a tale for fools ! scorned by the women,

For from this sacred æra of my love,
And pitied by the men! Oh, insupportable ! A better order of succeeding days

Luc. Can you perceive the manifest destruction, Comes smiling forward, white and lucky all.
The gaping gulf that opens just before you, Calista is the mistress of the year ;
And yet rush on, though conscious of the danger? She crowns the season with auspicious beauty,
Oh, hear me, hear your ever faithful creature ! And bids even all my hours be good and joyful.
By all the good I wish, by all the ill

Cal. If I were ever mistress of such happiness, My trembling heart forebodes, let me intreat you, Oh! wherefore did I play the unthrifty fool, Never to see this faithless man again;

And, wasting all on others, leave myself Let me forbid his coming.

Without one thought of joy to give me comfort! Cal. On thy life

Alt. Oh, mighty Love! Shall that fair face I charge thee no: my genius drives me on;

profane I must, I will behold him once again :

This thy great festival with frowns and sadness! Perhaps it is the crisis of my fate,

I swear it shall not be, for I will woo thice



With sighs so moving, with so warm a transport, | The rich man's insolence, and great man's scorn,
That thou shalt catch the gentle flame from me, In wine shall be forgotten all. To morrow
And kindle into joy.

Will be too soon to think, and to be wretched.
Cal. I tell thee, Altamont,

Oh, grant, ye powers, that I may see these happy,
Such hearts as ours were never paired above:

[Pointing to Alt. and CAL.
Ill-suited to each other; joined, not matched ; Completely blest, and I have life enough;
Some sullen influence, a foe to both,

And leave the rest indifferently to fate. (Ereunt.
Has wrought this fatal marriage to undo us, Hor. What if, while all are here, intent on re-
Mark but
the frame and temper of our minds,

How very much we differ. Even this day, I privately went forth, and sought Lothario?
That fills thee with such ecstacy and transport, This letter may be forged; perhaps the wanton,
To me brings nothing that should make me
bless it,

Of his vain youth, to stain a lady's fame;
Or think it better than the day before,

Perhaps his malice to disturb my friend.--
Or any other in the course of time,

Oh, no! my heart forebodes it must be true.
That duly took its turn, and was forgotten. Methought, even now, I marked the starts of
Alt. If to behold thee as my pledge of happi- guilt

That shook her soul, though damned dissimula-
To know none fair, none excellent but thee;

tion If still to love thee with unwearied constancy, Screened her dark thoughts, and set to public Through every season, every change of life,

view Through wrinkled age, through sickness and mis- A specious face of innocence and beauty. fortune,

Oh, false appearance! What is a!l our soveBe worth the least return of grateful love,

reignty, Oh, then let my Calista bless this day,

Our boasted power? When they oppose their arts, And set it down for happy!

Still they prevail

, and we are found their fools.
Cal. 'Tis the day

With such smooth looks, and many a gentle
In which my father gave my hand to Altamont; word,
As such, I will remember it for ever,

The first fair she beguiled her easy lord;

Too blind with love and beauty to beware,
Enter Sciolto, HORATIO, and LAVINIA.

He fell unthinking in the fatal snare;
Scio. Let mirth go on, let pleasure know no Nor could believe that such a heavenly face

Had bargained with the devil, to damn her But fill up every minute of this day!

wretched race,

'Tis yours, my children, sacred to your loves;
The glorious sun himself for you


SCENE II.-- The Street near SCIOLTO's Palace.
He shines for Altamont and for Calista.
Let there be music; let the master touch

The sprightly string, and softly-breathing flute,

Loth. To tell thee then the purport of my 'Till harmony rouse every gentle passion,

thoughts ; Teach the cold maid to lose her fears in love, The loss of this fond paper would not give me And the fierce youth to languish at her feet. A moment of disquiet, were it not Begin: even age itself is cheared with music; My instrument of vengeance on this Altamont; It wakes a glad remembrance of our youth, Therefore I mean to wait some opportunity Calls back past joys, and warms us into trans- Of speaking with the maid we saw this morning port.

[Music. Ros. I wish you, sir, to think upon the danger

Of being seen; to-day their friends are round

Ah, stay! ah, turn ! ah, whither would you fly, And any eye that lights by chance on you,
Too charming, too relentless maid


put your life and safety to the hazard. I follow, not to conquer, but to die ;

[They confer aside
You of the fearful are afraid.
In vain I call ; for she, like fleeting air,

When pressed by some tempestuous wind, Hor. Still I must doubt some mystery of mis-
Flies swifter from the voice of my despair,

Nor casts one pitying look behind.

Some artifice beneath. Lothario's father,

I knew him well; he was sagacious, cunning, Sci. Take care my gates be open, bid all wel- Fluent in words, and bold in peaceful counsels, come;

But of a cold, inactive hand in war;
All who rejoice with me to-day are friends : Yet, with these coward's virtues, he undid
Let each indulge his genius, each be glad, My unsuspecting, valiant, honest friend.
Jocund and free, and swell the feast with misth; | This son, if fame mistakes not, is more hot,
The sprightly bowl shall chearfully go round, More open and unartful-Ha! he is here!
None shall be grave, nor too severely wise ;
Losses and disappointments, cares and poverty,

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my friend,

Loth. Damnation! He again! This second Was some fit messenger to bear the news time

To the dull doating husband: now I've found To-day he has crossed me, like evil genius.

him, Hor. I sought you, sir.

And thou art he. Loth. 'Tis well, then, I am found.

Hor. I hold thee base enough Hor. 'Tis well you are. The man, who wrongs To break through law, and spurn at sacred order,

And do a brutal injury like this; To the earth's utmost verge I would pursue. Yet mark me well, young lord: I think Calista No place, though e'er so holy, should protect Too nice, too noble, and too great a soul, him:

To be the prey of such a thing as thou art. No shape, that artful fear e'er formed, should 'Twas base and poor, unworthy of a man, hide him,

To forge a scroll so villainous and loose, Till he fair answer made, and did me justice. And mark it with a noble lady's name: Loth. Ha! dost thou know me, that I am Lo- These are the mean dishonest arts of cowards, thario?

Strangers to manhood, and to glorious dangers ; As great a name as this proud city boasts of? Who, bred at home in idleness and riot, Who is this mighty man, then, this Horatio, Ransack for mistresses the unwholesome stews, That I should basely hide me from his anger, And never know the worth of virtuous love. Lest he should chide me for his friend's displea- Loth. Think'st thou I forged the letter? Think sure?

so still, Hor. The brave, 'tis true, do never shun the Till the broad shame come staring in thy face, light;

And boys shall hoot the cuckold as he passes, Just are their thoughts, and open are their tem- Hor. Away! no woman could descend so low: pers,

A skipping, dancing, worthless tribe you are; Freely without disguise they love and hate, Fit only for yourselves, you herd together; Still are they found in the fair face of day, And when the circling glass warms your vain And Heaven and men are judges of their actions. hearts, Loth. Such let them be of mine; there's not You talk of beauties that you never saw, a purpose,

And fancy raptures that you never knew. Which my soul ever framed, or my hand acted, Legends of saints, who never yet had being, But I could well have bid the world look on, Or, being, ne'er were saints, are not so false And what I once durst do, have dared to jus. As the fond tales which you recount of love. tify.

Loth. But that I do not hold it worth my leiHor. Where was this open boldness, this free sure, spirit,

I could produce such damning proof-
When but this very morning I surprised thee, Hor. 'Tis false !
In base, dishonest privacy consulting,

You blast the fair with lies, because they scorn And bribing a poor mercenary wretch

you, To sell her lady's secrets, stain her honour, Hate you like age, like ugliness and impotence : And, with a forged contrivance, blast her virtue? Rather than make you blest, they would die virAt sight of me thou fled’st.

gins, Loth. Ha! fled from thec?

And stop the propagation of mankind. Hor. Thou fleu'st, and guilt was on thee, like Loth. It is the curse of fools to be secure; a thief,

And that be thine and Altamont's. Dream on; A pilferer, descried in some dark corner, Nor think upon my vengeance till thou feel’st it. Who there had lodged, with mischievous intent, Hor. Hold, sir ! another word, and then fareTo rob and ravish at the hour of rest,

well : And do a midnight murder on the sleepers. Though I think greatly of Calista's virtue, Loth. Slave! villain !

And hold it far beyond thy power to hurt; [Offers to drau, Rossano holds him. Yet, as she shares the honour of my Altamont, Ros. Hold, my lord! think where you are, That treasure of a soldier, bought with blood, Think how unsafe and hurtful to your honour And kept at life's expence, I must not have It were to urge a quarrel in this place,

(Mark me, young sir) her very name profaned. And shock the peaceful city with a broil. Learn to restrain the licence of your speech; Loth. Then, since thou dost provoke my ven- 'Tis held you are too lavish. When you are met

Among your set of fools, talk of your dress, I would not, for this city's wealth, for all Of dice, of whores, of horses, and yourselves; Which the sea wafts to our Ligurian shore, 'Tis safer, and becomes your understandings. But that the joys I reaped with that fond wanton, Luth. What if we pass beyond this solemn orThe wife of Altamoni, should be as public

der, As is the noon-day siin, air, earth, or water, And, in defiance of the stern Horatio, Or any coinmon benefit of nature.

Indulge our gayer thoughts, let laughter loose, Think'st thou I meant the shame should be con- And use his sacred friendship for our mirth? cealed !

Hor. 'Tis well, sir, you are pleasant, On, no! by bell and vengeance, all I wanted Loth. By the joys

geance, know,

Which my soul yet has uncontrouled pursued, Or give me way, or thou'rt no more my friend.
I would not turn aside from my least pleasure, Řos. Sciolto's servants, too, have ta’en the
Though all thy force were armed to bar my way;

alarm; But, like the birds, great Nature's happy com- You'll be oppressed by numbers. Be advised, moners,

Or I must force you hence. Take't on my word, That haunt in woods, in meads, and flowery gar- You shall have justice done you on Horatio. dens,

Put up, my lord. Rifle the sweets, and taste the choicest fruits, Loth. This will not brook delay; Yet scorn to ask the lordly owner's leave. West of the town a mile, among the rocks,

Hor. What liberty has vain presumptuous youth, Two hours ere noon, to-morrow, I expect thee, That thou shouldst dare provoke me unchastised? Thy single hand to mine. But henceforth, boy, I warn thee, shun my walks: Hor. I'll meet thee there. If, in the bounds of yon forbidden place,

Loth. To-morrow, oh, my better stars! to-morAgain thou’rt found, expect a punishment,

row, Such as great souls, impatient of an injury, Exert your influence, shine strongly for me; Exact from those who wrong them much ; even 'Tis not a common conquest I would gain, death,

Since love, as well as arms, must grace my triOr something worse : an injured husband's ven- umph. geance

(Ereunt LOTHARIO and Rossaso. Shall print a thousand wounds, tear thy fair form, Hor. Two hours ere noon to-morrow! ha! sre And scatter thee to all the winds of Heaven !

that Loth. Is, then, my way in Genoa prescribed He sees Calista! Oh, unthinking fool! By a dependent on the wretched Altamont, What if I urged her with the crime and danger

? A talking sir, that brawls for him in taverns, If any spark from Heaven remain unquenched And vouches for his valour's reputation? Within her breast, my breath, perhaps, may wake Hor. Away! thy speech is fouler than thy it.

Could I but prosper there, I would not doubt Loth. Or, if there be a name more vile, his pa- My combat with that loud vain-glorious boastei. rasite;

Were you, ye fair, but cautious whom ye trust, A beggar's parasite!

Did you but think how seldom fools are just, Hur. Now, learn humanity,

So many of your sex would not in vain, [Offers to strike him, Rossano interposes. Of broken vows, and faithless men, complain: Since brutes and boys are only taught with blows. Of all the various wretches love has made, Loth. Damnation!

[They draw. How few have been by men of sense betrayed! Rvs. Hold, this goes no further here. Convinced by reason, they your power confess

, Horatio, 'tis too much; already see

Pleased to be happy, as you're pleased to bless The crowd are gathering to us

And, conscious of your worth, can never love you Loth. Oh, Rossano !






Cal. For pity do not frown then, SCENE I.- An dpartment in Sciolto's Palace. If, in despite of all my vowed obedience,

A sigh breaks out, or a tear falls by chance: Enter SCIOLTO and CALISTA.

For, oh! that sorrow, which has drawn your atSci. Now, by my life, my honour, 'tis too much! Have I not marked thee, wayward as thou art, Is the sad native of Calista's breast; Perverse and sullen all this day of joy?

And, once possessed, will never quit its dwelline

, When every heart was cheered, and mirth went till life, the prop of all, shall leave the building

, round,

To tumble down, and moulder into ruin. Sorrow, displeasure, and repining anguish, Sci. Now by the sacred dust of that dear saint Sat on thy brow; like some malignant planet, That was thy mother; by her wondrous goodnes, Foe to the harvest and the healthy year, Her soft, her tender, most complying sweetness

, Who scowls adverse, and lours upon the world, I swear, some sullen thought, that'shuns the light, When all the other stars, with gentle aspect, Lurks underneath that sadness in thy visage. Propitious shine, and meaning good to man. But mark me well! though, by yon Heaven, I love

Cal. Is then the task of duty half performed ? thee llas not your daughter given herself to Altamont, As much, I think, as a fond parent can; Yielded ihe native freedom of her will

Yet shouldst thou,

(which the powers above forTo an imperious husband's lordly rule, To gratify a father's stern command ?

E’er stain the honour of thy name with infamis, Scia Dost thou complain?

I'll cast thee off, as one whose impious hands,

bid !)


Had rent asunder nature's nearest ties,

Love shall be banished from the genial bed, Which, once divided, never join again.

The night shall all be lonely and unquiet, To-day I've made a noble youth thy husband ! And every day shall be a day of cares. Consider well his worth, reward his love:

Cal. Then all the boasted office of thy friendBe willing to be happy, and thou art so.


[Erit SCIOLTO. Was but to tell Calista what a wretch she is ? Cal. How hard is the condition of our sex, Alas! what needed that! Through every state of life the slaves of man! Hor. Oh! rather say, In all the dear delightful days of youth

I came to tell her how she might be happy; A rigid father dictates to our wills,

To soothe the secret anguish of her soul ; And deals out pleasure with a scanty hand. To comfort that fair mourner, that forlorn one, To his, the tyrant husband's reign succeeds; And teach her steps to know the paths of peace. Proud with opinion of superior reason,

Cal. Say thou, to whom this paradise is known, He holds domestic business and devotion Where lies the blissful region ? Mark my way All we are capable to know, and shuts us,

to it, Like cloistered ideots, from the world's acquaint- For, oh ! 'tis sure I long to be at rest. ance,

Hor. Then-to be good is to be happy-AnAnd all the joys of freedom. Wherefore are we gels Born with high souls, but to assert ourselves, Are happier than mankind, because they're betShake off this vile obedience they exact,

ter. And claim an equal empire o'er the world? Guilt is the source of sorrow! 'tis the fiend,

The avenging fiend that follows us behind,

With whips and stings. The blest know none of Hor. She's here! yet, oh! my tongue is at a this, loss.

But rest in everlasting peace of mind, Teach me, some power, that happy art of speech, And find the height of all their heaven is goodTo dress my purpose up in gracious words; Such as may softly steal upon her soul,

Cal. And what bold parasite's officious tongue And never waken the tempestuous passions. Shall dare to tax Calista's name with guilt ? By Heaven she weeps !

-Forgive me, fair Ca. Hor. None should; but 'tis a busy, talking lista,

world, If I presume on privilege of friendship,

That, with licentious breath, blows, like the wind, To join my grief to yours, and mourn the evils As freely on the palace as the cottage. That hurt your peace, and quench those eyes in Cul. What mystic riddle lurks beneath thy tears.

words, Cal. To steal, unlooked for, on my private sor- Which thou would'st seem unwilling to express, row,

As if it meant dishonour to my virtue ? Speaks not the man of honour, nor the friend, Away with this ambiguous shuffling phrase, But rather means the spy.

And let thy oracle be understood. Hor. Unkindly said !

Hor. Lothario ! For, oh! as sure as you accuse me falsely, Cal. Ha ! what would'st thou mean by him? I come to prove myself Calista's friend.

Hor. Lothario and Calista! thus they join Cal. You are my husband's friend, the friend Two names, which Heaven decreed should never of Altamont.

meet. Hor. Are you not one? Are you not joined by Hence have the talkers of this populous city Heaven,

A shameful tale to tell, for public sport, Each interwoven with the other's fate? Of an unhappy beauty, a false fair one, Are you not mixt, like streams of meeting rivers, Who plighted to a noble youth her faith, Whose blended waters are no more distinguished, When she had given her honour to a wretch. But roll into the sea, one common flood ?

Cal. Death and confusion! Have I lived to this? Then who can give his friendship but to one? Thus to be treated with unmanly insolence! Who can be Altamont's and not Calista's ? To be the sport of a loose ruffian's tongue ! Cal. Force, and the wills of our imperious Thus to be used ! thus ! like the vilest creature, rulers,

That ever was a slave to vice and infamy! May bind two bodies in one wretched chain; Hor. By honour and fair truth, you wrong me But minds will still look back to their own choice. much; So the poor captive in a foreign realm,

For, on my soul, nothing but strong necessity Stands on the shore, and sends his wishes back Could urge my tongue to this ungrateful ofice, To the dear native land from whence he came. I came with strong reluctance, as if death Hor. When souls, that should agree to will the Had stood across my way, to save your honour, same,

Yours and Sciolto's, yours and Altamont's ; To have one common object for their wishes, Like one who ventures through a burning pile, Look different ways, regardless of each other, To save his tender wife, with all her brood Think what a train of wretchedness ensues : Of little fondlings, from the dreadful ruin.

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