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Has that poor wretch to come, that wedded yes- Acast. By this good sword, who first presumes terday!

to violence, Acast. Castalio, you must go along with me Makes me his foe- [Draws and interposes. And see Monimia.

Young man, it once was thought (TO CAST, Cast. Sure my lord but mocks me.

I was fit guardian of my house's honour; Go see Monimia! Pray, my lord, excuse me, And you might trust your share with me -For And leave the conduct of this part of life

you,

(to CHA. To my own choice.

Young soldier, I must tell you, you have wronged Acast. I say, no more dispute. Complaints are made to me, that you have I promised you to do Monimia right, wronged her.

And thought my word a pledge, I would not for Cast. Who has complained?

feit: Acast. Her brother, to my face, proclaimed her But you, I find, would fright us to performance. wronged,

Cast. Sir, in my younger years, with care you And in such terms they have warmed me.

taught me, Cast. What terms? 'Her brother! Heaven! That brave revenge was due to injured honour: Where learned he that?

Oppose not then the justice of my sword, What! does she send her hero with defiance? Lest you should make me jealous of your love. He durst not sure affront you!

Cha. · Into thy father's arms thou fliest for Acast. No, not much. But

Because thou knowest that place is sanctified Cast. Speak, what said he?

With the remembrance of an ancient friendship. Acast. That thou wert a villain;

Cast. I am a villain, if I will not seek thee, Methinks I would not have thee thought a villain. Till I may be revenged for all the wrongs,

Cast. Shame on the ill-mannered brute! Done me by that ungrateful fair, thou plead'st for. Your age secured him; he durst not else have Cha. She wronged thee! by the fury in my said so.

heart, Acast. By my sword,

Thy father's honour's not above Monimia's; I would not see thee wronged, and bear it vilely: Nor was thy mother's truth and virtue fairer. Though I have passed my word she shall have Acast. Boy, don't disturb the ashes of the dead justice.

With thy capricious follies. The remembrance Cast. Justice! to give her justice would undo of the loved creature, that once filled these

her.
Think you this solitude I now have chosen, Cha. Has not been wronged.
Left joys, just opening to my sense, sought here Cast. It shall not.
A place to curse my fate in, measured out

Cha. No, nor shall
My grave at length, wished to have grown one Monimia, though a helpless orphan, destitute
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Of friends and fortune, though the unhappy sister With this cold clay, and all without a cause? Of poor Chamont, whose sword is all his portion,

Be opprest by thee, thou proud imperious traitor
Enter CHAMONT.

Cast. Ha! set me free.
Cra, Where is the hero, famous and renowned Cha. Come both.
For wronging innocence and breaking vows ?
Whose mighty spirit, and whose stubborn heart,

Enter SERINA.
No woman can appease, nor man provoke? Ser. Alas! alas !
Acust. I guess, Chamont, you come to seek The cause of these disorders ! my Chamont,
Castalio.

Who is't has wronged thee?
Cha. I come to seek the husband of Monimia. Cast. Now, where art thou fled
Cast. The slave is here.

For shelter:
Cha. I thought e'er now to have found you Cha. Come from thine, and see what safeguard
Atoning for the ills you have done Chamont; Shall then betray my fears.
For you have wronged the dearest part of him, Ser. Cruel Castalio,
Monimia, young lord, weeps in this heart; Sheath up thy angry sword, and don't affright me.
And all the tears, thy injuries have drawn Chamont, let once Serina calm thy breast:
From her poor eyes, are drops of blood from If any of my friends have done thee injuries,
hence.

I'll be revenged, and love thee better for it. Cast. Then you are Chamont?

Cast. Sir, if you'd have me think you did not Cha. Yes, and I hope no stranger

take To great Castalio.

This opportunity to shew your vanity,
Cust. I have heard of such a man,

Let's meet some other time, when by ourselves
That has been very busy with my honour. We fairly may dispute our wrongs together.
I own, I'm much indebted to you, sir,

Cha. Till then, I am Castalio's friend.
And here return the villain back again,

Cast. Serina, You sent me by my father.

Farewell : I wish much happiness attend you. La. Thus I'll thank

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Give me Chamont, and let the world forsake me. Except she see you, sure she'll grow distracted.

Cha. Witness the gods, how happy I'm in thee! Cast. Ha! will she? Does she name Castalio ? No beauteous blossom of the fragrant spring, And with such tenderness ? Conduct me quickly Though the fair child of nature, newly born, To the poor lovely mourner.

Oh, my father! Can be so lovely. Angry, unkind Castalio, Acast. Then wilt thou go? Blessings attend Suppose I should a while lay by my passions,

thy purpose! And be a beggar in Monimia's cause,

Cast. I cannot hear Monimia's soul's in sadness, Might I be heard?

And be a man; my heart will not forget her ; Čast. Sir,'twas my last request,

But do not tell the world you saw this of me. You would, though I find you'll not be satisfied; Acast. Delay not then, but haste and cheer thy So, in a word, Monimia is my scorn;

love. She basely sent you here to try my fears ;

Cast. Oh! I will throw my impatient arms That was your business;

about her, No artful prostitute, in falsehoods practised, In her soft bosom sigh my soul to peace, To make advantage of her coxcomb's follies, Till through the panting breast she finds the way Could have done more.-Disquiet vex her for it! To mould my heart, and make it what she will." Cha. Farewell.

(Exit CHA. and Ser: Moniinia! oh! (Exeunt Acasto and Cast. Cast. Farewell—My father, you seem troubled. Acast. Would I'd been absent, when this

SCENE II. boisterous brave Came to disturb thee thus. I'm grieved I hin

A Chamber. Enter MONIMIA. dered

Mon. Stand off, and give me room ! Thy just resentment. But Monimia

I will not rest till I have found Castalio, Cast. Damn her.

My wishes' lord, comely as the rising day, Acast. Don't curse her.

Amidst ten thousand eminently known !. Cast. Did I?

Flowers spring where'er he treads; his eyes, Acast. Yes.

Fountains of brightness, cheering all about him ! Cast. I'm sorry for it.

When will they shine on me?-Oh, stay my soul! Acast. Methinks, if, as I guess, the fault's but I cannot die in peace till I have seen him.

small, It might be pardoned.

CASTALIO within. Cast. No.

Cast. Who talks of dying with a voice so sweet, Acast. What has she done?

That life's in love with't? Cast. That she's my wife, may beaven and you Mon. Hark! 'tis he that answers. forgive me.

So, in a camp, though at the dead of night, Acast. Be reconciled then.

If but the trumpet's cheerful noise is heard, ast. No.

All at the signal leap from downy rest, Acast. Go see her.

And every heart awakes, as mine does now. Cast. No.

Where art thou ? Acast. I'll send and bring her hither.

Cast. [Entering.) Here, my love. Cast, No.

Mon. No nearer, lest I vanish. Acast. For my sake,

Cust. Have I been in a dream, then, all this Castalio, and the quiet of my age.

while ? Cast. Why will you urge a thing my nature And art thou but the shadow of Monimia? starts at?

Why dost thou fly me thus ? Acast. Prithee forgive her.

Mon. Oh, were it possible, that we could drown Cast. Lightnings first shall blast me.

In dark oblivion but a few past hours,
I tell you, were she prostrate at my feet, We might be happy.
Full of her sex's best dissembled sorrows,

Cust. Is't then so hard, Monimia, to forgive And all that wond'rous beauty of her own, A fault, where humble love, like mine, implores My heart might break, but it should never soften.

thee?

For [ must love thee, though it prove my ruin.
Enter FLORELLA.

Which way shall I court thee?
Flor. My lord, where are you! Oh, Castalio! What shall I do to be enough thy slave,
Acast.

And satisfy the lovely pride that's in thee? Cast. What's that?

I'll kneel to thee, and weep a flood before thee. Flor. Oh, shew me quickly, where's Castalio! Yet prithee, tyrant, breek not quite my heart ; Acust. Whv, what's the business?

But when my task of penitence is done, Flor. Oh, the poor Monimia!

Heal it again, and comfort me with love. Cast. Ha !

Mon. If I am dumb, Castalio, and want words Acast. What's the matter?

To pay thee back this mighty tenderness, Flor. Hurried by despair,

It is because I look on thee with horror, She flies with fury over all the house,

And cannot see the man I so have wronged. Through every room of each apartment, crying, Cast. Thou hast not wronged me. 'Where's my Castalio? Give me my Castalio! Mon. Ah! alaş, thou talk'st

Just as thy poor heart thinks! Have not I wronged | On earth that dare not look like thee, and say so? thee?

Thou art my heart's inheritance; I served Cast. No.

A long and painful faithful slavery for three: Mon. Still thou wander'st in the dark, Castalio; And who shall rob me of the dear-bought bles. But wilt, ere long, stumble on horrid danger.

sing? Cast. What means my love?

Mon. Time will clear all; but now, let this Mon. Couldst thou but forgive me

content you. Crist. What?

Heaven has decreed, and therefore I'm resolved Mon. For my fault last night; alas, thou can’st (With torment I must tell it thee, Castalio) not !

Ever to be a stranger to thy love, Cast. I can, and do.

In some far distant country waste my life, Mon. Thus crawling on the earth,

And, from this day, to see thy face no more. Would I that pardon meet; the only thing Cast. Where am I? Sure I wander 'midst enCan make me view the face of heaven with hope.

chantment, Cast. Then, let's draw near.

And never more shall find the way to rest; Mon. Ah, me!

But, oh, Monimia! art thou indeed resolved Cast. So, in the fields,

To punish me with everlasting absence ? When the destroyer has been out for prey, Why turn'st thou from me? I'm alone already; The scattered lovers of the feathered kind, Methinks I stand upon a naked beach, Seeking, when danger's past, to meet again, Sighing to winds, and to the seas complaining, Make moan, and call, by such degrees approach; Whilst afar off the vessel sails away, 'Till, joining thus, they bill, and spread their where all the treasure of my soul's embarked. wings,

Wilt thou not turn? Oh! could those eyes but Murmuring love, and joy their fears are over.

speak, Mon. Yet, have a care; be not too fond of I should know all, for love is pregnant in them; peace,

They swell, they press their beams upon me still : Lest, in pursuance of the goodly quarry, Wilt thou not speak? If we must part for ever, Thou meet a disappointment that distracts thee, Give me but one kind word to think upon, Cust. My better angel, then do thou inform And please myself withal, whilst my heart's me,

breaking What danger threatens me, and where it lies: Mon. Ah, poor Castalio! [Erit MONIMIA. Why didst thou (prithee smile, and tell me why) Cast. Pity, by the gods, When I stood waiting underneath thy window, She pities me! then thou wilt go eternally. Quaking with fierce and violent desires ; What means all this? Why all this stir to plague The dropping dews fell cold upon my head, A single wretch? If but your word can shake Darkness inclosed, and the winds whistled round | This world to atoms, why so much ado me,

With me? Think me but dead, and lay me so. Which, with my mournful sighs, made such sad music,

Enter POLYDORE. As might have moved the hardest heart; why Pol. To live, and live à torment to myself

, wert thou

What dog would bear't, that knew but his coDeaf to my cries, and senseless of my pains ?

dition? Mon. Did not I beg thee to forbear inquiry? We've little knowledge, and that makes us co Read'st thou not something in my face, that

ards,
speaks

Because it cannot tell us what's to come.
Wonderful change, and horror from within me? Cast. Who's there?
Cust. Then there is something yet, which I've Pol. Why, what art thou ?
not known:

Cust, My brother Polydore ?
What dost thou mean by horror, and forbearance Pol. My name is Polydore.
Of more inquiry? Tell me, I beg thee, tell me, Cust, Canst thou inform me-
And don't betray me to a second madness ! Pol. Of what !
Mon. Must I?

Cast. Of my Monimia !
Cast. If, labouring in the pangs of death, Pol. No. Good-day.
Thou would'st do any thing to give me ease, Cast. In haste!
Unfold this riddle ere my thoughts grow wild, Methinks my Polydore appears in sadness.
And let in fears of ugly form upon me.

Pol. Indeed, and so to me does my Castalio Mon. My heart won't let me speak it; but re- Cust. Do I? member,

Pol. Thoy dost. Monimia, poor Monimia, tells you this,

Cust. Alas, I have wond'rous reason? We ne'er inust meet again

I'm strangely altered, brother, since I saw thee. Cust. What means wy destiny ?

Pol. Why! For all my good or evil fate dwells in thee! Cust. Oh! to tell thee, would but put hy Ne'er meet again!

heart Mon. No, never.

To pain. Let me embrace thee but a little, Cust. Where's the power

And weep upon thy neck; I would repose

Within thy friendly bosom all my follies ; How from our infancy, we, hand in hand,
For thou wilt pardon them, because they're mine, Have trod the path of life and love together;

Pol. Be not too credulous ; consider first; One bed hath held us, and the same desires, Friends may be false. Is there no friendship The same aversions, still employed our thoughts: false?

When e'er had I a friend, that was not Polydore's, Cust. Why dost thou ask me that? Does this Or Polydore a foe, that was not mine? appear

Even in the womb we embraced; and wilt thou now, Like a false friendship, when, with open arms, For the first fault, abandon and forsake me, And streaming eyes, I run upon thy breast? Leave me, amidst afflictions, to myself, Oh! 'tis in thee alone I must have comfort! Plunged in the gulf of grief, and none to help me?

Pol. I fear, Castalio, I have none to give thee. Pol. Go to Monimia, in her arms thou'lt find Cust. Dost thou not love me, then?

Repose; she has the art of healing sorrows. Pol. Oh, more than life:

Cast. What arts ? I never had a thought of my Castalio,

Pol. Blind wretch! thou husband! there's a Might wrong the friendship we have vowed to

question ! gether.

Go to her fulsome bed, and wallow there ; Hast thou dealt so by me?

Till some hot ruffian, full of lust and wine, Cust. I hope I have.

Come storm thee out, and shew thee what's thy Pol. Then tell me why this mourning, this dis- bargain. order?

Cust. Hold there, I charge thee. Cast. Oh, Polydore, I know not how to tell Pol. Is she not athee;

Cast. Whore? Shame rises in my face, and interrupts

Pol. Ay, whore; I think that word needs no The story of my tongue.

explaining. Pol. I grieve, my friend

Cast. Alas! I can forgive even this, to thee ! Knows

any thing, which he's ashamed to tell me; But let me tell thee, Polydore, I'm grieved Or didst thou e'er conceal thy thoughts from Po- To find thee guilty of such low revenge, lydore ?

To wrong that virtue, which thou couldst not ruin. Cast. Oh, much too oft!

Pol. It seems I lie, then? But let me here conjure thee,

Cast. Should the bravest man By all the kind affection of a brother,

That e'er wore conquering sword, but dare to (For I'm ashamed to call myself thy friend)

whisper Forgive me

What thou proclaim'st, he were the worst of liars: Pol. Well, go on.

My friend may be mistaken. Cust. Our destiny contrived

Pol. Damn the evasion! To plague us both with one unhappy love. Thou mean'st the worst; and he's a base-born Thou, like a friend, a constant, generous friend,

villain, In its first pangs didst trust me with thy passion, That said I lied. Whilst I still smoothed my pain with smiles be- Cust. Do draw thy sword, and thrust it through fore thee,

my heart;
And made a contract I ne'er meant to keep. There is no joy in life, if thou art lost.-
Pol. How !

A base-born villain!
Cast. Still new ways I studied to abuse thee, Pol. Yes; thou never m'st
And kept thee as a stranger to my passion,

From old Acasto's loins; the midwife put
Till yesterday I wedded with Monimia. A cheat upon my mother, and instead

Pol. Ah, Castalio, was that well done! Of a true brother, in a cradle by me, Cast. No; to conceal it from thee was much Placed some coarse peasant’scub, and thou art he. a fault.

Cast. Thou art my brother still. Pol. A fault! when thou hast heard

Pol. Thou liest. The tale I tell, what wilt thou call it then? Cast. Nay then=

(He draws. Cust. How my heart throbs!

Yet I am calm. Pol. First for thy friendship, traitor,

Pol, A coward's always so. I canceľt thus ; after this day, I'll ne'er

Cast, Ah-ah--that stings home-Coward ! Hold trust or converse with the false Castalio: Pol. Ay, base-born coward! villain! This witness Heaven !

Cust. This to thy heart, then, though my mother Cust. What will my fate do with me?

bore thee. I've lost all happiness, and know not why.

(Fight; POLYDORE drops his sword, and What means this, brother?

runs on Castalio's, Pol. Perjured; treacherous wretch,

Pol. Now, my Castalio is again my friend.

Cast. What have I done? my sword is in thy Cust. I'll be thy slave; and thou shalt use me

breast ! Just as thou wilt, do but forgive me.

Pol, So I would have it be, thou best of men,

Thou kindest brother, and thou truest friend. Gast. Oh! think a little what thy heart is do- Cust. Yegods, we're taught, that all your works

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Pol. Never.

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You're painted merciful, and friends to innocence: Nay, at each word, that my distraction uttered, If so, then why these plagues upon my head ? My heart recoiled, and 'twas half death to speak Pol. Blame not the heavens; here lies thy fate,

them. Castalio;

Mon. Now, my Castalio, the most dear of men, They're not the gods, 'tis Polydore has wronged Wilt thou receive pollution to thy bosom, thec;

And close the eyes of one, that has betrayed thee? I've stained thy bed; thy spotless marriage joys Cast. Oh, I'm the unhappy wretch, whose curHave been polluted by thy brother's lust.

sed fate Cast. By thee!

Has weighed thee down into destruction with Pol. By me, last night, the horrid deed

him. Was done, when all things slept but rage and Why then, thus kind to me? incest.

Mon. When I'm laid low i'th' grave, and quite Cast. Now, where's Monimia? Oh!

forgotten,

May'st thou be happy in a fairer bride;
Enter MONIMIA.

But none can ever love thee like Monimia. Mon. I'm here, who calls me ?

When I am dead, as presently I shall be, Methought I heard a voice,

(For the grim tyrant grasps my heart already) Sweet as the shepherd's pipe upon the mountains, Speak well of me; and, if thou find ill tongues When all his little flock's at feed before him. Too busy with my fame, don't hear me wronged; But what means this? Here's blood.

”Twill be a noble justice to the memory Cast. Ay, brother's blood.

Of a poor wretch, once honoured with thy lore. Art thou prepared for everlasting pains ? How my head swims! 'tis very dark. Good Pol. Oh, let me charge thee, by the eternal

night.

[Dies. justice,

Cast. If I survive thee—what a thought was Hurt not her tender life!

that? Cast. Not kill her? Rack me,

Thank heaven, I go prepared against that curse. Ye powers above, with all your choicest torments, Horror of mind, and pains yet uninvented,

EnterCHAMONT, disarmed and seized by ACASTO

and Servants. If I not practise cruelty upon her, And wreak revenge some way yet never known. Chu. Gape hell, and swallow me to quick damMon. That task myself have finished; I shall

nation, die

If I forgive your house ! if I not live Before we part; I have drank a healing draught | An everlasting plague to thee, Acasto, For all my cares, and never more shall wrong And all thy race ! Ye've overpowered me now; thee.

But hear me, Heaven !—Ah, here's a scene of Pol. O she's innocent!

death! Cast. Tell me that story,

My sister, my Monimia breathless! Now, And thou wilt make a wretch of me indeed. Ye powers above, if ye have justice, strike, Pol. Hadst thou, Castalio, used me like a Strike bolts through me, and through the cursed friend,

Castalio! This ne'er had happened ; hadst thou let me Acast. My Polydore! know

Pol. Who calls ? Thy marriage, we had all now met in joy ;

Acast. How com’st thou wounded? But, ignorant of that,

Cust. Stand off, thou hot-brained, boisterous, Hearing the appointment made, enraged to think

noisy ruffian, Thou hadst outdone me in successful love, And leave me to my sorrows ! I, in the dark, went and supplied thy place; Cha. By the love Whilst, all the night, ʼmidst our triumphant joys, I bore her living, I will ne'er forsake her; The trembling, tender, kind, deceived Monimia, But here remain, till my heart burst with sobbing. Embraced, caressed, and called me her Castalio. Cast. Vanish, I charge thee, orCast. And all this is the work of my own for

(Draws a dagger. tune;

Cha. Thou canst not kill me; None but myself could e'er have been so cursed! That would be kindness, and against thy nature. My fatal love, alas ! has ruined thee,

Acast. What means Castalio ? Sure thou wilt Thou fairest, goodliest frame the gods e'er made,

not pull Or ever human eyes and hearts adored.

More sorrows on thy aged father's head. I've murdered too my brother.

Tell me, I beg you, tell me the sad cause
Why wouldst thou study ways to damn me far- Of all this ruin.
ther,

Pol. That must be my task:
And force the sin of parricide upon me? But 'tis too long for one in pain to tell;
Pol. 'Twas my own fault, and thou art inno- You'll in my closet find the story written
cent:

Of all our woes. Castalio's innocent,
Forgive the barbarous trespass of my tongue; And so's Monimia; only I'm to blame.
'Twas a hard violence: I could have died Enquire no farther.
With love of thee, even when I used thee worst; Cust, Thou, unkind Chamont,

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