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MEN.

Page. ACASTO, a nobleman retired from the court, and Chaplain.

Servant.
living privately in the country.
Castallo,
his

WOMEN.
POLYDOR E, I
CHAMONT, a young soldier of fortune, brother to Monimia, the Orphan, loft under ife guurlian-
Monimia.

ship of old Acasto. ERNESTO.

SERINA, Acasto's slaughter. Paulino.

FLORELLA, Monimiu's doman.

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Scene--- Bohemio.

ACT I.

SCENE.I.

Paul. It was his virtue at first made me serve

him;
Enter Paulino and ERNESTO.

He is the best of masters and of friends :
Paul. Tis strange, Ernesto, this severity I know he has lately been invited thither,
Should still reign powerful in Acasto's mind, Yet still he keeps his stubborn purpose; cries
To hate the court, where he was bred and lived, He is old, and willingly would be at rest.
All honours heaped on him, that power could I doubt there's deep resentment in his mind,
give,

For the late slight his honour suffered there.
Ern. Tis true, he hither came a private gen Ern. Has he not reason? When, for what he
tleman,

had borne, But young and brave, and of a family

Long, hard, and painful toil, he might have claimed
Ancient and noble, as the empire holds. Places in honour, and employment high;
The honours he has gained are justly his; A huffing, shining, flattering, cringing coward,
He purchased them in war: thrice has he led A canker-worm of peace, was raised above him.
An army 'gainst the rebels, and as often

Paul. Yet still he holds just value for the king,
Returned with victory. The world has not Nor ever names him but with highest reverence.
A truer soldier, or a better subject.

'Tis noble that. Vol. I.

to be

Ern, Oh! I have heard him wanton in his Paul. Oh, that's a royal sport! praise,

We yet may see the old man in a morning, Speak things of him might charm the ears of en- Lusty as health, come ruddy to the field, vy.

And there pursue the chase, as if he meant Paul. Oh, may he live, till Nature's seļf grows To o'ertake time, and bring back youth again. old,

Ereunt.
And from her womb no more can bless the earth!

SCENE II.-A Garden.
For, when he dies, farewell all honour, bounty,
All generous encouragement of arts;

Enter CastaLIO, POLYDORE, and Page.
For Charity herself becomes a widow.

Cast. Polydore, our sport
Ern. No; he has two sons, that were ordained Has been to-day much better for the danger;

When, on the brink, the foaming boar I met,
As well his virtues' as his fortune's heirs. And in his side thought to have lodged my spear,
Paul. They're both of nature mild, and full of The desperate savage rushed within my force,
sweetness;

And bore me headlong with him down the rock. They came twins from the womb, and still they Pol. But thenlive,

Cast. Ay, then, my brother, my friend, PolyAs if they would go twins, too, to the grave :

dore, Neither has any thing he calls his own,

Like Perseus mounted on his winged steed, But of each other's joys, as griefs, partaking; Cameon, and down the dangerous precipice leap'd, So very honestly, so well they love,

To save Castalio. 'Twas a godlike act ! As they were only for each other born.

Pol. But, when I came, I found you conqueror. Ern. Never was parent in an offspring hap- Oh, my heart danced to see your danger past! pier;

The heat and fury of the chase was cold, Ile has a daughter too, whose blooming age And I had nothing in my mind but joy: Promises goodness equal to her beauty.

Cast. So, Polydore, methinks, we might in war Paul. And as there is a friendship 'twixt the Rush on together; thou shouldst be my guard, brethren,

And I be thine; what is it could hurt us thep? So has her infant nature chosen too

Now half the youth of Europe are in arms, A faithful partner of her thoughts and wishes, How fulsome must it be to stay behind, And kind companion of her harmless pleasures. Apd die of rank diseases here at home? Ern. You mean the beauteous orphan, fair Pol. No! let me purchase in my youth re. Monimia.

nown,
Paul. The same, the daughter of the brave. To make me loved and valued, when I am old;
Chamont;

I would be busy in the world, and learn,
He was our lord's companion in the wars; Not like a coarse and useless dunghill weed,
Where such a wondrous friendship grew between Fixed to one spot, and rot just as I grow.
them,

Cast. Our father
As only death could end. Chamont's estate Has taken himself a surfeit of the world,
Was ruined in our late and civil discords; And cries, “It is not safe that we should taste it?'
Therefore, unable to advance her fortune,

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I own I have duty'very powerful in me;
He left his daughter to our master's care; And though I'd hazard all to raise my name,
To such a care, as she scarce lost her father, Yet he's so tender, and so good a father,
Ern. Iler brother to the emperor's wars went I could not do a thing to cross his will.
early,

Pol. Castalio, I have doubts within my heart, To seek a fortune, or a noble fate;

Which you, and only you, can satisfy.
Whence he, with honour, is expected back, Will you be free and candid to your friend?
And mighty marks of that great prince's favour. Cast. Have I a thought my Polydore shquld

Puul. Our master never would permit his sons not know?
To launch for fortune in the uncertain world; What can this mean?
But warns them to avoid both courts and camps, Pol. Nay, I'll conjure you too,
Where dilatory Fortune plays the jilt

By all the strictest bonds of faithful friendship,
With the brave, noble, honest, gallant man, To shew your heart as naked in this point,
To throw herself away on fools and knaves. As you would purge you of your sins to heaven.
Ern. They both have forward, generous, ac-

Cast. I will.
tive spirits.

Pol. And should I chance to touch it nearly, 'Tis daily their petition to their father,

bear it To send them forth where glory's to be gotten :

With all the sufferance of a tender friend. They cry, they're weary of their lazy hoine, Cast. As calmly as the wounded patient bears Restless to do something, that fame may talk of. The artist's hand, that ministers his cure. To-day they chased the boar, and near this time Pol. That's kindly said. You know our faEhould be returned.

ther's ward,

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The fair Monimia. Is your heart at peace? Pol. Who shall possess the estate you

leave? Is it so guarded, that you could not love her? Cast. My friend, Cast. Suppose I should ?

If he survives me; if not, my king, Pol. Suppose you should not, brother?

Who

may bestow it again on some brave man, Cast. You'd say, I must not.

Whose honesty and services deserve one. Pol. That would sound too roughly

Pol. 'Tis kindly offered. 'Twixt friends and brothers, as we two are. Cast. By yon heaven, I love Cast. Is love a fault?

My Polydore beyond all worldly joys ; Pol. In one of us it may be.

And would not shock his quiet, to be blest What if I love her?

With greater happiness than man e'er tasted. Cast. Then I must inform you

Pol. And by that heaven, eternally I swear, I loved her first, and cannot quit the claim, To keep the kind Castalio in my heart. But will preserve the birth-right of my passion. Whose shall Monimia be? Pol. You will?

Cast. No matter whose. Cast. I will.

Pol. Were you not with her privately last Pol. No more, I've done.

night? Cast. Why not?

Cast. I was, and should have met hier here Pol. I told you I had done :

again; But you, Castalio, would dispute it.

But the opportunity shall now be thine; Cast. No;

Myself will bring thee to the scene of love : Not with my Polydore; though I must own But have a care, by friendship I conjure thee, My nature obstinate, and void of sufferance : That no false play be offered to thy brother. Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart,

Urge all thy powers to make thy passion prosAttended on his throne by all his guards

per : Of furious wishes, fears, and nice suspicions. But wrong not mine. I could not bear a rival in my friendship,

Pol. Ileaven blast me, if I do. I am so inuch in love, and fond of thee.

Cast. If it prove thy fortune, Polydore, to Pol. Yet you will break this friendship.

conquer, Cast. Not for crowns.

(For thou hast all the arts of soft persuasion) Pol. But for a toy you would, a woman's toy; Trust me, and let me know thy love's success, Unjust Castalio!

That I may ever after stifle mine. Cast. Prithee, where's my fault?

Pol. Though she be dearer to my soul than Pol. You love Moninia. Cast. Yes.

To weary pilgrims, or to misers gold, Pol. And you would kill me,

To great men power, or wealthy cities pride, If I'm your rival.

Rather than wrong Castalio, l'd forget her. Cast. No; sure we are such friends,

For if ye, powers, have happiness in store, So much one man, that our affections, too, When ye would shower down joys on PolyMust be united, and the same as we are.

dore, Pol. I doat upon Monimia.

In one great blessing all your bounty send, Cast. Love her still;

That I may never lose so dear a friend. Win and enjoy her.

[Ereunt Castalio and Polydore. Pol. Both of us cannot. Cast. No matter

Enter Monimia. Whose chance it prove; but let's not quarrel Mon. So soon returned from hunting? This for it.

fair day Pol. You would not wed Monimia, would you? Seems as if sent to invite the world abroad. Cast. Wed her!

Passed not Castalio and Polydore this way? No; were she all desire could wish, as fair Page. Madam, just now. As would the vainest of her sex be thought, Mon. Sure some ill fate's upon me. With wealth beyond what woman's pride could Distrust and heaviness sit round my heart, waste,

And apprehension shocks any timorous soul. She should not cheat me of my freedom. Marry! Why was not I laid in my peaceful grave When I am old, and weary of the world, With my poor parents, and at rest as they are? I may grow desperate,

Instead of that, I'mn wandering into cares. And take a wife to mortify withal.

Castalio! Oh, Castalio! thou hast caught Pol. It is an elder brother's duty so

My foolish heart; and, like a tender child, To propagate his family and name :

That trusts his play-thing to another hand, You would not have yours die and buried with I fear its harm, and fain would have it back.

Come near, Cordelio. I must chide vou, sir. Cast. Mere vanity, and silly dotage all.

Page. Why, madam, have I done you any No, let ine live at large, and when I die

wrong?

rest

you?

me

crets.

Mon. I never see you now; you have been | The pleasure, not the pangs of his desire. kinder,

He said, no woman's smiles should buy his freeSat by my bed, and sung me pretty songs;

dom; Perhaps I've been ungrateful. Here's money for And marriage is a mortifying thing. you:

Mon. Then I am ruined ! If Castalio's false, Will you oblige me? Shall I see you oftener? Where is there faith and honour to be found?

Page. Madam, I'd serve you with my soul : Ye gods, that guard the innocent; and guide But in the morning when you call me to you, The weak, protect, and take me to your care. As by your bed I stand, and tell you stories, Oh, but I love him! There's the rock will wreck I am ashamed to see your swelling breasts,

ne! It makes me blush, they are so very white. Why was I made with all my sex's softness, Mon. Oh, men for flattery and deceit' re- Yet want the cunning to conceal its follies? nowned !

I'll see Castalio, tax him with his falsehoods, Thus, when ye are young, ye learn it all, like him, Be a true woman, rail, protest my wrongs; Till as your years increase, that strengthens too, Resolve to hate him, and yet love him still. To undo poor maids, and make our ruin easy.

Enter Castalio and POLYDORE. Tell me, Cordelio, for thou oft hast heard Their friendly converse, and their bosom secrets; He comes, the conqueror comes ! lie still, my Sometimes, at least, have they not talked of me? heart, Page. Oh, madam, very wickedly they have and learn to bear thy injuries with scorn. talked!

Cast. Madam, my brother begs he may have But I am afraid to name it; for, they say,

leave Boys must be whipped, that tell their masters se To tell you something, that concerns you nearly.

I leave you, as becomes me, and withdraw. Mon. Fear not, Cordelio; it shall ne'er be Mon. My lord, Castalio! known;

Cast. Madam?
For I'll preserve the secret as 'twere mine. Mon. Have you purposed
Polydore cannot be so kind as I.

To abuse me palpably? What means this usage?
I'll furnish thee with all thy harınless sports, Why am I left with Polydore alone?
With pretty toys, and thou shalt be my page. Cast. He best can tell you. Business of im-
Page. And truly, madam, I had rather be so.

portance Methinks you love me better than my lord; Calls me away; I must attend my father. For he was never half so kind as you are.

Mon. Will you then leave me thus? What must I do?

Cast. But for a moment. Mon. Inform me how thou hast heard

Mon. It has been otherwise; the time has Castalio, and his brother, use my name.

been, Page. With all the tenderness of love; When business might have staid, and I been You were the subject of their last discourse.

heard. At first I thought it would have fatal proved; Cast. I could for ever hear thee; but this time But as the one grew hot, the other cooled, Matters of such odd circumstances press me, And yielded to the frailty of his friend;

That I must gom

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. At last, after much struggling, 'twas resolved Mon. Then go, and, if it be possible, for ever. Mon. What, good Cordelio?

Well, my lord Polydore, I guess your business, Page. Not to quarrel for you.

And read the ill-natured purpose in your eyes, Mon. I would not have them; by my dearest Pol. If to desire you more than misers wealth, hope,

Or dying men an hour of added life; I would not be the argument of strife.

If softest wishes, and a heart more true But surely my Castalio wont forsake me, Than ever suffered yet for love disdained, And make a mockery of my easy love.

Speak an ill nature, you accuse me justly. Went thev together?

Mon. Talk not of love, my lord! I must not Page. Yes, to seek you, madam.

hear it. Castalio promised Polydore to bring him

Pol. Who can behold such beauty and be siWhere he alone might meet you,

lent? And fairly try the fortune of his wishes.

Desire first taught us words. Man, when creaMlon. Am I then grown so cheap, just to be ted, made

At first alone long wandered up and down, A common stake, a prize for love in jest?' Forlorn, and silent as his vassal-beasts; Was not Castalio very loth to yield it?

But when a heaven-born maid, like you, apOr was it Polydore's unruly passion,

peared, That heightened the debate?

Strange pleasures filled his eyes, and fired his Page. The fault was Polydore's.

heart, Castalio played with love, and smiling shewed Unloosed his tongue, and his first talk was love.

ment.

Mon. The first created pair indeed were Now smile, then frown; now sorrowful, then blessed;

glad; They were the only objects of each other, Now pleased, now not; and all you know not Therefore he courted her, and her alone :

why! But in this peopled world of beauty, where Virtue you affect; inconstancy's your practice; There's roving room, where you may court, and And when your loose desires once get dominion, ru

No hungry churl feeds coarser at a feast; A thousand more, why need you talk to me? Every rank fool

goes

down. Pol. Oh! I could talk to thee for ever. Thus Mon. Indeed, my lord, Eternally admiring, fix and gaze

I own my sex's follies; I have them all. On those dear eyes; for every glance they send And, to avoid its fault, must fly from you. Darts through my soul, and almost gives enjoy- Therefore, believe me, could you raise ine high

As most fantastic woman's wish could reach, Mon. How can you labour thus for my un And lay all nature's riches at my feet; doing?

I'd rather run a savage in the woods I must confess, indeed, I owe you more Amongst brute beasts, grow wrinkled and deThan ever I can hope or think to pay.

formed, There always was a friendship 'twixt our families; As wildness and most rude neglect could make And therefore, when my tender parents died,

me, Whose ruined fortunes too expired with them, So I might still enjoy my honour safe Your father's pity and his bounty took me, From the destroying wiles of faithless men.-A poor and helpless orphan, to his care.

[Erit. Pol. 'Twas heaven ordained it so, to make me Pol. Who'd be that sordid foolish thing, called happy:

man, Hence with this peevish virtue! 'tis a cheat, To cringe thus, fawn, and flatter for a pleasure, A:nd those, who taught it first, were hypocrites. Which beasts enjoy so very much above him? Come, these soft tender limbs were made for The lusty bull ranges through all the field, yielding

And from the herd singling his female out, Mor. Here on my knees, by Heaven's blest Enjoys her, and abandons her at will. power I swear,

(Kneels. It shall be so; I'll yet possess my love; If you persist, I neer henceforth will see you, Wait on, and watch her loose unguarded hours; But rather wander through the world a beggar, Then, when her roving thoughts have been aAnd live on sordid scraps at proud men's doors; broad, For though to fortune lost, I'll still inherit And brought in wanton wishes to her heart, My mother's virtues, and my father's honour. In the very minute, when her virtue nods, Pol. Intolerable vanity! your sex

I'll rush upon her in a storm of love, Was never in the right ! ye are always false Beat down her guard of honour all before me, Or silly ; even your dresses are not more Surfeit on joys, till even desire grows sick; Fantastic than your appetites; you think

Then, by long absence, liberty regain, Of nothing twice. Opinion you have none.

And quite forget the pleasure and the pain. To-day ye are nice, to-morrow none so free;'

[Ereunt Pol. and Page.

ACT II.

SCENE I.

Cast. The actions of your life were always

wondrous. A Saloon.-Enter Acasto, Castallo, and Pa

Acast. No flattery, boy! an honest man cant LYDORE.

live by it; Acast. To-day has been a day of glorious sport. It is a little sneaking art, which knaves When you, Castalio, and your brother left me, Use to cajole and sotten fools withal. Forth from the thickets rushed another boar, If thou hast flattery in thy nature, out with it, So large, he seemed the tyrant of the woods, Or send it to a court, for there 'twill thrive. With all his dreadful bristles raised up high, Pol. Why there? They seemed a grove of spears upon his back; Acast. 'Tis, next to money, current there; Foaming, he came at me, where I was posted, To be seen daily in as many forms Best to observe which way he'd lead the chase, As there are sorts of vanities, and men ; Whetting his huge large tusks, and gaping wide, The supercilious statesman has his sneer, As if he already had me for his prey;

To soothe a poor man off with, that cant bribe Till brandishing my well-poised javelin high, With this bold executing arm, I struck

The grave dull fellow of small business soothes The ugly, brindled mouster to the heart. The humourist, and will nècds admire his wit.

him;

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