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At first her rage was dumb, and wanted words ; (Loth. reads.]— Your cruelty-Obedience to But when the storm found way, 'twas wild and my father-Give my hand to Altamont.' loud.

By heaven 'tis well! such ever be the gifts, Mad as the priestess of the Delphic god, With which I greet the man whom my soul hates. Enthusiastic passion swelled her breast,

[Aside. Enlarged her voice, and ruffled all her form. But to go on ! Proud, and disdainful of the love I proffered, Wish-heart-honour-too faithlessShe called me villain! monster! base betrayer! Weakness-to-morrow-last trouble-lost CaAt last, in very bitterness of soul,

lista, With deadly imprecations on herself,

Women, I see, can change as well as men. She vowed severely ne'er to see me more;

She writes me here, forsaken as I am, Then bid me fly that minute: I obeyed,

That I should bind my brows with mournful wilAnd, bowing, left her to grow cool at leisure.

low, Ros. She has relented since, else why this For she has given her hand to Altamont: message

Yet, tell the fair inconstantTo meet the keeper of her secrets here

Luc. How, my lord ! This morning ?

Loth. Nay, no more angry words: say to CaLoth. See the person whom you named !


The humblest of her slaves shall wait her pleaEnter LUCILLA.

sure; Well, my ambassadress, what must we treat of? If she can leave her happy husband's arms, Come you to menace war, and proud defiance, To think upon so lost a thing as I am. Or does the peaceful olive grace your message ? Luc. Alas ! for pity, come with gentler looks; Is your fair mistress calmer? Does she soften? Wound not her heart with this unmanly triumph: And must we love again ? Perhaps she means And, though you love her not, yet swear you do, To treat in juncture with her new ally,

So shall dissembling once be virtuous in you. And make her husband party to the agreement.

Loth. Ha! who comes here?
Luc, Is this well done, my lord ! Have you Luc. The bridegroom's friend, Horatio.

He must not see us here. To.morrow early
All sense of human nature? Keep a little, Be at the garden gate.
A little pity, to distinguish manhood,

Loth. Bear to my love
Lest other men, though cruel, should disclaim you, My kindest thoughts, and swear I will not fail
And judge you to be numbered with the brutes.

her. Loth. I see thou'st learned to rail.

[LOTHARIO putting up the letter hastily, Luc. I've learned to weep;

drops it as he goes out. That lesson my sad mistress often gives me :

[Ereunt LOTHARIO and Rossaso one way, By day she seeks some melancholy shade,

and LUCILLA another, To hide her sorrows from the prying world ; At night she watches all the long, long hours,

Enter HORATIO. And listens to the winds and beating rain,

Hor. Sure 'tis the very error of my eyes; With sighs as loud, and tears that fall as fast; Waking I dream, or I beheld Lothario; Then, ever and anon, she wrings her hands, He seemed conferring with Calista's woman: And cries, false, false Lothario !

At my approach they started, and retired. Loth. Oh, no more!

What business could he have here, and with 1 swear thou'lt spoil thy pretty face with crying,

her? And thou hast beauty that may make thy for- I know he bears the noble Altamont tune:

Profest and deadly hate-What paper's this? Some keeping cardinal shall doat upon thee,

(Taking up the letter. And barter his church treasure for thy freshness. Ha! To Lothario !—'s death! Calista's name! Luc. What! shall I sell my innocence and

[Opening it. youth,

Confusion and misfortunes !

(Reads it. For wealth or titles, to perfidious man!

• Your cruelty has at length determined me, To man, who makes his mirth of our undoing ! • and I have resolved this morning to yield a perThe base, profest betrayer of our sex!

fect obedience to my father, and to give my Let me grow old in all misfortunes else,

hand to Altamont, in spite of my weakness for Rather than know the sorrows of Calista! the false Lothario. I could almost wish I had Loth. Does she send thee to chide in her be that heart, and that honour to bestow with it, half?

• which you have robbed me of:' I swear thou dost it with so good a grace,

Damnation to the rest

[Reads again. That I could almost love thee for thy frowning. * But, Oh! I fear, could I retrieve them, I should Luc. Read there, my lord, there, in her own • again be undone by the too faithless, yet too sad lines,

[Giving a letter. lovely Lothario. This is the last weakness of Which best can tell the story of her woes, (my pen, and to-morrow shall be the last in That grief of heart which your unkindness gives • which I will indulge my eyes. Lucilla shall her,

* conduct you, if you are kind enough to let me

sce you; it shall be the last trouble you shall Why did you falsely call me your Lavinia, meet with from

And swear I was Horatio's better balf, « The lost Calista.' Since now you mourn unkindly by yourself, The lost, indeed! for thou art gone as far And rob me of my partnership of sadness? As there can be perdition. Fire and sulphur! Witness, ye holy powers, who know my truth, Hell is the sole avenger of such crimes.

There cannot be a chance in life so miserable, Oh, that the ruin were but all thy own! Nothing so very hard, but I could bear it, Thou wilt even make thy father curse his age; Much rather than my love should treat me coldly, At sight of this black scroll, the gentle Altamont And use me like a stranger to his heart. (For, Oh! I know his heart is set upon thee) Hor. Seek not to know what I would hide Shall droop, and hang bis discontented head,

from all, Like merit scorned by insolent authority, But most from thee. I never knew a pleasure, And never grace the public with his virtues. Aught that was joyful, fortunate or good, Perhaps even now he gazes fondly on her, But straight I ran to bless thee with the tidings, And, thinking soul and body both alike, And laid up all my happiness with thee : Blesses the perfect workmanship of Heaven ! But wherefore, wherefore should I give thee pain? Then sighing, to his every care speaks peace, Then spare me, I conjure thee; ask no further ; And bids his heart be satisfied with happiness. Allow my melancholy thoughts this privilege, Oh, wretched husband! while she hangs about And let them brood in secret o'er their sorrows thee

Lav. It is enough; chide not, and all is well! With idle blandishments, and plays the fond one, Forgive me if I saw you sad, Horatio, Even then her hot imagination wanders, And ask to weep ont part of your misfortunes : Contriving riot, and loose 'scapes of love; I would not press to know what you forbid me. And whilst she clasps thee close, makes thee a Yet, my loved lord, yet you must grant me this, monster!

Forget your cares for this one happy day; What if I give this paper to her father? Devote this day to mirth, and to your Altamont; It follows, that his justice dooms her dead, For his dear sake, let peace be in your looks. And breaks his heart with sorrow; bard return Even now the jocund bridegroom waits your For all the good bis hand has heaped on us !

wishes; Hold, let me take a moment's thought

He thinks the priest has but half blessed his mar.

riage, Enter LAVINIA.

Till his friend hails him with the sound of joy. Lav. My lord !

Hor. Oh, never, never, never! Thou art in. Trust me, it joys my heart that I have found you.

nocent: Enquiring wherefore you had left the company, Simplicity from ill, pure native truth, Before my brother's nuptial rites were ended, And candour of the mind, adorn thee ever ; They told me you had felt some sudden illness. But there are such, such false ones, in the world, Where are you sick? Is it your head your heart? | 'Twould fill thy gentle soul with wild amazement, Tell me, my love, and ease my anxious thoughts, To hear their story told. That I may take you gently in my arms,

Lav. False ones, my lord ! Soothe you to rest, and soften all your pains. Hor. Fatally fair they are, and in their smiles Hor. It were unjust-No, let me spare my The graces, little loves, and young desires, in friend,

habit ; Lock up the fatal secret in my breast,

But all that gaze upon them are undone ; Nor tell him that which will undo his quiet, For they are false, luxurious in their appetites, Lav. What means my lord ?

And all the Heaven they hope for, is variety: Hor. Ha! saidst thou, my Lavinia ?

One lover to another still succeeds, Lav. Alas! you know not what you make me Another, and another after that, suffer.

And the last fool is welcome as the former ; Why are you pale? Why did you start and trem- Till

, having loved his hour out, he gives place, ble?

And mingles with the herd that went before him. Whence is that sigh? and wherefore are your eyes Lar, Can there be such, and have they peace Severely raised to Heaven! The sick man thus,

of mind? Acknowledging the summons of his fate, Ilave they, in all the series of their changing, Lifts up his feeble hands and eyes for mercy, One happy hour? If women are such things, And, with confusion, thinks upon his exit. How was I formed so different from my sex? Hor. Oh, no! thou hast mistook my sickness My little heart is satisfied with you; quite;

You take up all her room, as in a cottage These pangs are of the soul. Would I had met Which harbours some benighted princely stranger, Sharpest convulsions, spotted pestilence, Where the good man, proud of his hospitality, Or any other deadly foe to life,

Yields all his homely dwelling to his guest, Rather than heave beneath this load of thought! And hardly keeps a corner for himself. Luv. Alas! what is it? Wirerefore turn you Hor, Oh! were they all like thee, men rouhl from me

adore them,

And all the business of their lives be loving; The world should learn to love by virtuous rules,
The nuptial band should be the plealge 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.
A Hall.

My laboaring heart, that swells with indignation

Heaves to discharge the burden; that once done, Enter CALISTA and LUCILLA.

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! Pve 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 dismal melancholy scene,

And quite forget 'twas he that bad 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 ! [Exit. 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:

Enter ALTAMONT. 'Tis fixed to die, rather than bear the insolence 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 thee


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. Tomorrow 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 reMark but the frame and temper of our minds,

velling, 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 wantonTo 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 ness,

That shook her soul, though damned dissimulaTo 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 iť for ever.

The first fair she beguiled her easy


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 pause,

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

wretched race.

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

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

Enter LOTHARIO and RossANO. 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 SONG. Ah, stay ! ah, turn! ah, whither would you fly, And any eye that lights by chance on you, Too charming, too relentless maid ?

Shall 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; för she, like fleeting air,

Enter HORATIO. When pressed by some tempestuous wind,

Hor. Still I níust doubt some mystery of misFlies swifter from the voice of my despair;

chief, 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 coulisels, 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 mirth; This son, if fame mistakes not, is more hot, The sprightly bowl shall chearfully go round, More open and unartful-Ha! he is here ! Ņone shall be grave, nor too severely wise ; Losses and disappointments, cares and poverty,


(.Secing him.

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,

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,

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 inanhood, 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 bc 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 tal 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


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 thee?

And stop the propagation of mankind. Hur. Thou fled’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 draw, 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; Loih. Then, since thou dost provoke my ven 'Tis held you are too lavish. When you are mct geance, know,

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, Loth. What if we pass beyond this solemn orThe wife of Altamont, should be as public

der, As is the noon-day sun, air, earth, or water, And, in defiance of the stern Horatio, Or any common 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. Oh, no! by hell and vengeance, all I wanted Loth. By the joys

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