Mon. I never see you now; you have been | The pleasure, not the pangs of his desire. He said, no woman's smiles should buy his freedom; kinder, Sat by my bed, and sung me pretty songs; you: Will you oblige me? Shall I see you oftener? Thus, when ye are young, ye learn it all, like him, But I am afraid to name it; for, they say, crets. Mon. Fear not, Cordelio; it shall ne'er be For I'll preserve the secret as 'twere mine. I'll furnish thee with all thy harmless sports, Mon. Inform me how thou hast heard Page. With all the tenderness of love; Page. Not to quarrel for you. Mon. I would not have them; by my dearest I would not be the argument of strife. Page. Yes, to seek you, madam. Mon. Am I then grown so cheap, just to be made A common stake, a prize for love in jest? Page. The fault was Polydore's. Castalio played with love, and smiling shewed Mon. Then I am ruined! If Castalio's false, Where is there faith and honour to be found? Ye gods, that guard the innocent, and guide The weak, protect, and take me to your care. Oh, but I love him! There's the rock will wreck me! Why was I made with all my sex's softness, He comes, the conqueror comes! lie still, my Cast. Madam, my brother begs he may have leave To tell you something, that concerns you nearly. I leave you, as becomes me, and withdraw. Mon. My lord, Castalio! Mon. The first created pair indeed were They were the only objects of each other, A thousand more, why need you talk to me? Pol. Oh! I could talk to thee for ever. Thus Eternally admiring, fix and gaze On those dear eyes; for every glance they send Darts through my soul, and almost gives enjoy ment. Mon. How can you labour thus for my undoing? I must confess, indeed, I owe you more Pol. Twas heaven ordained it so, to make me happy. Hence with this peevish virtue! 'tis a cheat, Mon. Here on my knees, by Heaven's blest If you persist, I ne'er henceforth will see you, SCENE I. man, To cringe thus, fawn, and flatter for a pleasure, And brought in wanton wishes to her heart, ACT II. A Saloon-Enter ACASTO, CASTALIO, and Po LYDORE. Acast. To-DAY has been a day of glorious sport. When you, Castalio, and your brother left me, Forth from the thickets rushed another boar, So large, he seemed the tyrant of the woods, With all his dreadful bristles raised up high, They seemed a grove of spears upon his back; Foaming, he came at me, where I was posted, Best to observe which way he'd lead the chase, Whetting his huge large tusks, and gaping wide, As if he already had me for his prey; Till brandishing my well-poised javelin high, With this bold executing arm, I struck The ugly, brindled monster to the heart. Cast. The actions of your life were always wondrous. Acast. No flattery, boy! an honest man cant live by it; It is a little sneaking art, which knaves Acast. 'Tis, next to money, current there; him; The grave dull fellow of small business soothes The humourist, and will needs admire his wit. Who, without spleen, could see a hot-brained atheist, Thanking a surly doctor for his sermon? Or a grave counsellor meet a smooth young lord, Squeeze him by the hand, and praise his good complexion? Pol. Courts are the places, where best manners flourish; Where the deserving ought to rise, and fools Make shew. Why should I vex and chafe my spleen, To see a gaudy coxcomb shine, when I Acast. Who merit, ought indeed to rise in the But no wise man, that's honest, should expect it. What man of sense wold rack his generous mind, To practise all the base formalities And forms of business? force a grave starched face, When he is a very libertine in his heart? Seem not to know this or that man in public, When privately perhaps they meet together, And lay the scene of some brave fellow's ruin? Such things are done. Cast. Your lordship's wrongs have been So great, that you with justice may complain; But suffer us, whose younger minds ne'er felt Fortune's deceits, to court her as she's fair. Were she a common mistress, kind to all, Her worth would cease, and half the world grow idle. Acast. Go to, ye are fools, and know me not; I've learned, Long since, to bear, revenge, or scorn my wrongs, You both would fain be great, and to that end Corruption, envy, discontent, and faction, Yet now pine under want, whilst selfish slaves, That e'en would cut their throats, whom now they fawn on, Like deadly locusts, eat the honey up, Methinks I would be busy. Pol. So would I, true, nd I am at least her brother by adoption; For you have made yourself to me a father, And by that patent Í have leave to love her. Ser. Monimia, thou hast told me men are false, Will flatter, feign, and make an art of love: Is Chamont so? No, sure, he is more than man, Something that is near divine, and truth dwells in him. Acast. Thus happy, who would envy pompous power, The luxury of courts, or wealth of cities? Cha. I have no business there; To attend a favourite's heels, and watch his smiles, And thank the lord, that wronged me, for his fa- | One fate surprised them, and one grave received vour. Acast. This you could do. Cast. I would serve my prince. Acast. Who would serve him? Cast. I would, my lord. Pol. And I; both would. Acast. Away! [To his sons. He needs not any servants such as you. Serve him! he merits more than man can do! He could not do a wrong. How would you serve Cast. I would serve him with my fortune here And serve him with my person in his wars,* Pol. Die for him, As every true-born loyal subject ought. them; My father, with his dying breath, bequeathed Then pressed me close, and, as she observed my Kissed them away. Said she, 'Chamont, my son, By this, and all the love I ever shewed thee, Kissed me again; so blessed us, and expired. Acast. It speaks an honest nature. Cha. The friend heaven raised was you; you took her up An infant, to the desart world exposed, Acast. Let me embrace you both. Now, by And proved another parent, the souls Of my brave ancestors, I am truly happy! you. You cannot serve a nobler: I have served him; His right, even in the face of rank rebellion; I rushed, and clove the rebel to the chine. Enter Servant. Serv. My lord, the expected guests are just arrived. Acast. Go you, and give them welcome and reception. [Exeunt Castalio, Polydore, Serina, &c. Cha. My lord, I stand in need of your assist ance In something, that concerns my peace and honour. So freely, friendly, we conversed together. Your bounty shewn to what I hold most dear, Acust. Prithee no more of that, it grates my nature. Cha. When our dear parents died, they died together, Acast. I have not wronged her. Cha. My lord, my nature's jealous, and you'll Acast. Go on. Cha. Great spirits bear misfortunes hardly. Acast. I cannot guess your drift; Cha. No, but I fear her weakness Within my reach, though it should touch my na- In my own offspring, by the dear remembrance Cha. I thank you from my soul. [Exit. What have I done? and why do you abuse me? Cha. Prithee, why dost thou talk so? I should but weep, and answer you with sobbing; Cha. Fear nothing; I will shew myself a bro- | With different coloured rags, black, red, white, ther, A tender, honest, and a loving brother. You have not forgot our father? Mon. I shall never. Cha. Then you'll remember too, he was a man, He could not have forgiven it to himself, You have soiled this gem, and taken from its yalue, How will you account with me? Mon. I challenge envy, Cha. I'll tell thee, then; three nights ago, as I My bed shook under me, the curtains started, I found my weapon had the arras pierced, yellow, Mon. Still will you cross the line of my dis Yes, I confess, that he has won my soul Thy virtue white, without a blot, untainted? Mon. When I'm unchaste may Heaven reject my prayers! Or more, to make me wretched, may you know it! cious. Mon. I will. Cha. Appear as cold, when next you meet, as great ones, When merit begs; then shalt thou see how soon His heart will cool, and all his pains grow easy. [Exit. Mon. Yes, I will try him; torture him severely; For, oh, Castalio! thou too much hast wronged me, |