SCENE I. Enter PAULINO and ERNESTO. ACT I. Paul. "Tis strange, Ernesto, this severity Should still reign powerful in Acasto's mind, To hate the court, where he was bred and lived, All honours heaped on him, that power could give. Ern. 'Tis true, he came hither a private gen- But young and brave, and of a family Paul. It was his virtue at first made me serve him; He is the best of masters as of friends: Ern. Has he not reason? When, for what he Paul. The same, the daughter of the brave Chamont; He was our lord's companion in the wars; Where such a wondrous friendship grew between them, As only death could end. Chamont's estate To seek a fortune, or a noble fate; Long, hard, and painful toil, he might have But warns them to avoid both courts and camps, claimed Places in honour and employment high; Ern. Oh! I have heard him wanton in his praise, Speak things of him might charm the ears of envy. Paul. Oh, may he live, till nature's self grow old, And from her womb no more can bless the earth! Ern. No; he has two sons, that were ordained to be As well his virtues' as his fortune's heirs. Puul. They're both of nature mild, and full of sweetness; They came twins from the womb, and still they live, As if they would go twins too to the grave: Where dilatory Fortune plays the jilt 'Tis daily their petition to their father, Paul. Oh, that's a royal sport! SCENE II.-A Garden. Enter CASTALIO, POLYDORE, and Page. Cast. Polydore, our sport Has been to-day much better for the danger; When, on the brink, the foaming boar I met, And in his side thought to have lodged my spear, The desperate savage rushed within my force, And bore me headlong with him down the rock. Pol. But then Cast. Ay, then, my brother, my friend, Polydore, Like Perseus mounted on his winged steed, Came on, and down the dangerous precipice leaped, To save Castalio. 'Twas a godlike act! Pol. But, when I came, I found you conqueror. Oh, my heart danced to see your danger past! The heat and fury of the chase was cold, And I had nothing in my mind but joy. Cast. So, Polydore, methinks, we might in war Rush on together: thou shouldst be my guard, And I be thine; what is't could hurt us then? Now half the youth of Europe are in arms, How fulsome must it be to stay behind, And die of rank diseases here at home? Pol. No! let me purchase in my youth re nown To make me loved and valued when I am old; =Has ta'en himself a surfeit of the world, And cries, It is not safe that we should taste it:' Pol. Castalio, I have doubts within my heart, What can this mean? Pol. Nay, I'll conjure you too, By all the strictest bonds of faithful friendship, Pol. And should I chance to touch it nearly, bear it With all the sufferance of a tender friend. Cast. As calmly as the wounded patient bears The fair Monimia. Is your heart at peace? Pol. Suppose you should not, brother? Pol. That would sound too roughly 'Twixt friends and brothers, as we two are. Cast. Is love a fault? Pol. In one of us it may be. What if I love her? Cast. Then I must inform you I loved her first, and cannot quit the claim, Cast. I will. Pol. No more, I've done. 'Cast, Why not? Pol. I told you I had done: But you, Castalio, would dispute it. Cast. No; Not with my Polydore; though I must own Pol. Yet you would break this friendship. Pol. But for a toy you would, a woman's toy; Unjust Castalio! Cast. Prithee, where's my fault? Pol. You would not wed Monimia, would you? No; were she all desire could wish, as fair She should not cheat me of my freedom. Marry! And take a wife to mortify withal. Pol. It is an elder brother's duty so You would not have yours die and buried with you? Pol. Who shall possess the estate you leave? If he survives me; if not, my king, Who may bestow it again on some brave man, Cast. By yon heaven, I love Pol. And by that heaven, eternally I swear, To keep the kind Castalio in my heart!— Whose shall Monimia be? Cast. No matter whose. Cast. I was, and should have met her here again; But the opportunity shall now be thine; Myself will bring thee to the scene of love: fair day Seems as if sent to invite the world abroad. Mon. Sure some ill fate's upon me; Mon. I never see you now; you have been kinder, Sat by my bed, and sung me pretty songs: Perhaps I've been ungrateful. Here's money for you: Will you oblige me? Shall I see you oftener? Page. Madam, I'd serve you with my soul: Thus, when ye are young, ye learn it all, like him, But I am afraid to name it; for, they say, Boys must be whipped, that tell their masters' se crets. Mon. Fear not Cordelio; it shall ne'er be known; For I'll preserve the secret as 'twere mine. I'll furnish thee with all the harmless sports, Page. And truly, madam, I had rather be so. Mon. Inform me how thou hast heard Page. With all the tenderness of love; hope, I would not be the argument of strife. But surely my Castalio wont forsake me, And make a mockery of my easy love. Went they together? Page. Yes, to seek you, madam. Castalio promised Polydore to bring him Where he alone might meet you, And fairly try the fortune of his wishes. dearest 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. And marriage is a mortifying thing. 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, Enter CASTALIO and POLYDORE. He comes, the conqueror comes! lie still, my heart, And learn to bear thy injuries with scorn. 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! Cust. Madam? Mon. Have you purposed To abuse me palpably? What means this usage? Why am I left with Polydore alone? Cust. He best can tell you. Business of importance Calls me away; I must attend my father. Mon. It has been otherwise; the time has been, When business might have staid, and I been heard. Cast. I could for ever hear thee; but this time Matters of such odd circumstances press me, That I must go [Exit. Mon. Then go, and, if it be possible, for ever. Well, my lord Polydore, I guess your business, And read the ill-natured purpose in your eyes. Pol. If to desire you more than misers wealth, Or dying men an hour of added life; If softest wishes, and a heart more true Than ever suffered yet for love disdained, Speak an ill nature, you accuse me justly. Mon. Talk not of love, my lord! I must not hear it. Pol. Who can behold such beauty and be si lent? Desire first taught us words. Man, when created, At first alone long wandered up and down, Strange pleasures filled his eyes, and fired his heart, Unloosed his tongue, and his first talk was love. Mon. The first created pair indeed were blessed; They were the only objects of each other, A thousand more, why need you talk to me? 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 A poor and helpless orphan, to his care. Pol. 'Twas heaven ordained it so, to make me happy. Hence with this peevish virtue! 'tis a cheat, And those, who taught it first, were hypocrites. Come, these soft tender limbs were made for yielding. power I swear, Mon. Here on my knees, by Heaven's blest [Kneels. If you persist, I ne'er henceforth will see you, But rather wander through the world a beggar, And live on sordid scraps at proud men's doors; For though to fortune lost, I'll still inherit My mother's virtues, and my father's honour. Pol. Intolerable vanity! your sex Was never in the right; ye are always false Or silly; even your dresses are not more Fantastic than your appetites; you think Of nothing twice; opinion you have none; To-day ye are nice, to-morrow none so free; Now smile, then frown; now sorrowful, then glad; Now pleased, now not; and all you know not why! Virtue you affect; inconstancy's your practice; Mon. Indeed, my lord, I own my sex's follies; I have them all, As wildness and most rude neglect could make me, [Exit. Pol. Who'd be that sordid foolish thing, called man, To cringe thus, fawn, and flatter for a pleasure, And brought in wanton wishes to her heart, SCENE I. ACT II. A Saloon. Enter ACASTO, CASTALIO, and POLYDORE. 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 can't live by it; It is a little sneaking art, which knaves If thou hast flattery in thy nature, out with it, Acast. "Tis, next to money, current there; To be seen daily in as many forms As there are sorts of vanities, and men. The supercilious statesman has his sneer, To smooth a poor man off with, that can't bribe him; The grave dull fellow of small business sooths 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 th' 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 i' th' world; But no wise man, that's honest, should expect it. What man of sense would rack his generous mind, To practise all the base formalities And forms of business? force a grave starched face, When he's a very libertine in's 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 Acast. Go to, ye're fools, and know me not; 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, Not loiter out my life at home, and know |