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Who, without spleen, could see a hot-brained
Enter SERINA. atheist, Thanking a surly doctor for his sermon?
Ser. My lord, my father! Or a grave counsellor meet a smooth young Acast. Blessings on my child, lord,
My little cherub! what hast thou to ask me! Squeeze him by the hand, and praise his good Ser. I bring you, sir, most glad and welcome
complexion ? Pol. Courts are the places, where best man The young Chamont, whom you have so often ners flourish;
wished for, Where the deserving ought to rise, and fools Is just arrived and entering. Make shew. Why should I vex and chafe my Acast. By my soul, spleen,
And all my honours, he is most dearly welcome; see a gaudy coxcomb shine, when I
Let me receive him like his father's friend.
Enter CHAMONT. Acast. Who merit, ought indeed to rise in the Welcome, thou relict of the best loved man! world;
Welcome, from all the turmoils and the hazards But no wise man, that's honest, should expect it. Of certain danger and uncertain fortune! What man of sense wold rack his generous mind, Welcome, as happy tidings after fears! To practise all the base formalities
Cha. Words would but wrong the gratitude I And forms of business ? force a grave starched owe you : face,
Should I begin to speak, my soul is so full,
Cha. Oh my sister ! let me hold thee
thee Fortune's deceits, to court her as she's fair. In gentle dreams, and satisfied my soul Were she a common mistress, kind to all, With fancied joys, 'till morning cares awaked me. Her worth would cease, and half the world grow Another sister! sure it must be so; idle.
Though I remember well I had but one: Acast. Go to, ye are fools, and know me not; But I feel something in my heart that prompts, I've learned,
And tells me, she has claiin and interest there. Long since, to bear. revenge, or scorn my wrongs, Acust. Young soldier, you have not only studiAccording to the value of the doer. You both would fain be great, and to that end Courtship, I see, has been your practice too, Desire to do things worthy your ambition. And may not prove unwelcome to my daughter. Go to the camp, preferment's noblest mart, Cha. Is she your daughter! then my heart told Where honour ought to have the fairest play,
true, you'll find
And I am at least her brother by adoption; Corruption,,envy, discontent, and faction, For you have made yourself to me a father, Almost in every band. How many men And by that patent I have leave to love her. Have spent their blood in their dear country's Ser. Monimia, thou hast told me men are false, service,
Will flatter, feign, and make an art of love: Yet now pine under want, whilst selfish slaves, Is Chamont so? No, sure, he is more than man, That e'en would cut their throats, whoin now Something that is near divine, and truth dweils in they fawn on,
him. Like deadly locusts, eat the honey up,
Acast. Thus happy, who would envy pompous Which those industrious bees so hardly toiled for. power, Cast. These precepts suit not with any active The luxury of courts, or wealth of cities?
Let there be joy through all the house this day! Methinks I would be busy.
In every room let plenty flow at large! Pol. So would I,
It is the birth-day of my royal master. Not loiter out my life at home, and know You have not visited the court, Chamont, No farther than one prospect gives me leave. Since
your return? Acast. Busy your minds then, study arts and Cha. I have no business there; men;
I have not slavish temperance enough Learn how to value merit, though in rags, To attend a favourite's heels, and watch his smiles, Aud scorn a proud ill-mannered knave in office. Bear an ill office done me to my face,
And thank the lord, that wronged me, for his fa- One fate surprised them, and one grave received
them; Acast. This you could do. [To his sons. My father, with his dying breath, bequeathed Cast. I would serve my prince.
Her to my love. My mother, as she lay Acast. Who would serve him?
Languishing by him, called me to her side, Cast. I would, my lord.
Took me in her fainting arms, wept, and embraPol. And I; both would.
ced me: Acast. Away!
Then pressed me close, and, as she observed my He needs not any servants such as you.
tears, Serve him! he merits more than man can do! Kissed them away. Said she, ‘Chamont, my son, He is so good, praise cannot speak his worth ; By this, and all the love I ever shewed thee, So merciful, sure he never slept in wrath; • Be careful of Monimia; watch her youth; So just, that were he but a private man, 'Let not her wants betray her to dishonour : He could not do a wrong. How would you serve Perhaps kind heaven may raise some friendhim?
Then sighed, Cast. I would serve him with my fortune here Kissed me again; so blessed us, and expired. at home,
Pardon my grief! And serve him with my person in his wars, Acast. It speaks an honest nature. Watch for him, fight for him, bleed for him. Cha. The friend heaven raised was you; you Pol. Die for him,
took her up As every true-born loyal subject ought.
An infant, to the desart world exposed, Acast. Let me embrace you both. Now, by And proved another parent. the souls
Acast. I have not wronged her. Of my brave ancestors, I am truly happy!
Cha. Far be it from my fears. For this be ever blest my marriage-day,
Acast. Then why this argument? Blest be your mother's memory,
that bore you;
Cha. My lord, my nature's jealous, and you'll And doubly blest be that auspicious hour,
bear it. That gave ye birth ! Yes, my aspiring boys,
Acast. Go on. Ye shall have business, when your master wants Cha. Great spirits bear misfortunes hardly. you.
Good offices claim gratitude; and pride, You cannot serve a nobler : I have served him; Where power is wanting, will usurp a little, In this old body yet the marks remain
And make us, rather than be thought behindOf many wounds. I have, with this tongue, pro
May make her pay her debt at any rate;
I have heard a story lately much disturbs me. Enter Seroant.
Acast. Then first charge her; and if the ofServ. My lord, the expected guests are just ar fence be found rived.
Within my reach, though it should touch my naAcast. Go you, and give them welcome and ture, reception.
In my own offspring, by the dear remembrance [Ereunt Castalio, Polydore, Serina, &c. Of thy brave father, whom my heart rejoiced in, Cha. My lord, I stand in need of your assist- I would prosecute it with severest vengeance.
(Erit, In something, that concerns my peace and honour. Cha. I thank you from my soul. Acast. Spoke like the son of that brave man I Mon. Alas! my brother! loved :
What have I done? and why do you abuse me ? So freely, friendly, we conversed together. My heart quakes in me; in your settled face, Whate'er it be, with confidence impart it; And clouded brow, methinks I see my fate. Thou shalt command my fortune and my sword. You will not kill me! Cha. I dare not doubt your friendship, nor your Cha. Prithee, why dost thou talk so? justice;
Mon. Look kindly on me, then : I cannot bear Your bounty shewn to what I hold most dear, Severity; it daunts, and does amaze me. My orphan sister, must not be forgotten. My heart is so tender, should you charge me Acast. Prithee no more of that, it grates my roughly, nature.
I should but weep, and answer you with sobbing ; Cha. When.our dear parents died, they died But use me gently, like a loving brother, together,
And search through all the secrets of my soul.
Cha. Fear nothing; I will shew myself a bro| With different coloured rags, black, red, white, ther,
yellow, A tender, honest, and a loving brother.
And seemed to speak variety of wretchedness. You have not forgot our father?
I asked her of my way, which she informed me; Mon. I shall never.
Then craved my charity, and bade me hasten Cha, Then you'll remember too, he was a man, To save a sister : at that word I started ! That lived
to the standard of his honour, Mon. The common cheat of beggars ; every And prized that jewel more than mines of wealth. day Ile'd not have done a shameful thing but once, They flock about our doors, pretend to gifts Though kept in darkness from the world, and of prophecy, and telling fools their fortunes. hidden,
Cha. Oh! but she told me such a tale, MoniHe could not have forgiven it to himself.
mia, This was the only portion that he left us; As in it bore great circumstance of truth: And I more glory in it, than if possest
Castalio and Polydore, my sister ! Of all, that ever fortune threw on fools.
Mon. Ha ! 'Twas a large trust, and must be managed nicely. Cha. What, altered ! does your courage fail Now, if by any chance, Monimia, You have soiled this gem, and taken from its va- Now, by my father's soul, the witch was honest. lue,
Answer me, if thou hast not lost to them How will you account with me?
Thy honour, at a sordid game? Mon. I challenge envy,
Mon. I will, Malice, and all the practices of hell,
I must, so hardly my misfortune loads me; To censure all the actions of my past
That both have offered me their loves, most true. Unhappy life, and taint me if they can!
Cha. And 'tis as true too, they have both unCha. I'll tell thee, then; three nights ago, as I done thee. Lay musing in my bed, all darkness round me, Mon. Though they both with earnest vows A sudden damp struck to my heart, cold sweat Have pressed my heart, if e'er in thought I yieldDewed all my face, and trembling seized my ed limbs.
To any but CastalioMy bed shook under me, the curtains started, Cha. But Castalio! And to my tortured fancy there appeared
Mon. Still will you cross the line of my disThe form of thee, thus beauteous as thou art;
course! Thy garments flowing loose, and in each hand Yes, I confess, that he has won my soul A wanton lover, who by turns caressed thee, By generous love, and honourable vows, With all the freedom of unbounded pleasure. Which he this day appointed to complete, I snatched my sword, and in the very moment And make himself by holy marriage mine. Darted it at the phantom; straight it left me. Cha. Art thou then spotless ? Hast thou still Then rose, and called for lights, when, oh, dire preserved omen!
Thy virtue white, without a blot, untainted? I found my weapon had the arras pierced, Mon. When I'm unchaste may Heaven reject Just where that fainous tale was interwoven,
my prayers ! How the unhappy Theban slew his father. Or more, to make me wretched, may you know it!
Mon. And for this cause my virtue is suspected! Cha, Oh, then, Monimia, art thou dearer to me Because in dreams your fancy has been ridden, Than all the comforts, ever yet blest man. I must be tortured waking!
But let not marriage bait thee to thy ruin. Cha. Have a care!
Trust not a man; we are by nature false, Labour not to be justified too fast.
Dissembling, subtle, cruel, and inconstant. Hear all, and then let justice hold the scale. When a man talks of love, with caution trust him; What followed was the riddle, that confounds me. But if he swears, he'll certainly deceive thee. Through a close lane, as I pursued my journey, I charge thee, let no more Castalio soothe thee ! And meditating on the last night's vision, Avoid it, as thou wouldst preserve the peace I spied a wrinkled hag, with age grown double, Of a poor brother, to whose soul thou art prePicking dry sticks, and mumbling to herself ;
cious. Her eyes with scalding rheum were galled and Mon. I will. red;
Cha. Appear as cold, when next you meet, as Cold palsy shook her head, her hands seemed great ones, withered,
When merit begs; then shalt thou see how soon
In leaving me to Polydore's ill usage.
Mon. Your brother, knowing on 'what terms He comes; and for once, oh, love, stand neuter,' I'm here, Whilst a hard part's performed! for I must Theʻunhappy object of your father's charity, attempt to
Licentiously discoursed to me of love, Wound his soft nature, though my heart aches And durst affront me with his brutal passion. for it.
[Erit. Cast. 'Tis I have been to blame, and only I; Enter CASTALIO.
False to my brother, and unjust to thee.
For, oh! he loves thee too, and this day owned it, Cast. Monimia, Monimia !
Taxed me with mine, and claimed a right above And seemed to part with anger in her eyes. I am a fool, and she has found my weakness; Mon. And was your love so very tame, to She uses me already like a slave,
shrink? Fast bound in chains, to be chastised at will. Or, rather than lose him, abandon me? 'Twas not well done to trifle with my brother; Cast. I, knowing him precipitate and rash, I might have trusted him with all the secret,
To calm his heat, and to conceal my happiness, Opened my silly heart, and shewn it bare. Seemed to comply with his unruly will ; But then he loves her too; but not like me: Talked as he talked, and granted all he asked; I am a doating honest slave, designed
Lest he in rage might have our loves betrayed, For bondage, marriage bonds, which I have sworn And I for ever had Monimia lost. To wear. It is the only thing I e'er
Mon. Could you then? did you ? can you own Hu from his knowledge, and he'll sure forgive
it too? The first transgression of a wretched friend, 'Twas poorly done, unworthy of yourself! Betrayed to love, and all its little follies. [Erit. And I can never think you meant me fair.
Cust. Is this Moniinia? surely no; till now Enter POLYDO RE and Page at the door.
I ever thought her dove-like, soft, and kind. Pol. Here place yourself, and watch my bro- Who trusts his heart with woman is surely lost. ther thoroughly.
You were made fair on purpose to undo us,
Mon. Man therefore was a lord-like creature
made, Cast. Monimia, my angel ! 'twas not kind Rough as the winds, and as-inconstant too; To leave me like a turtle here alone,
A lofty aspect given him for command, To droop and mourn the absence of my mate. Easily softened, when he would betray. When thou art from me, every place is desert, Like conquering tyrants, you our breasts invade, And I, methinks, am savage and forlorn; While you are pleased to forage for a while; Thy presence only 'tis can make me blest, But soon you find new conquests out, and leave Heal my unquiet mind, and tune niy soul. The ravaged province ruinate and waste. Mon. Oh, the bewitching tongues of faithless If so, Castalio, you have served my heart, men!
I find that desolation is settled there, Tis thus the false hyæna makes her moan, And I shall ne'er recover peace again. To draw the pitying traveller to her den.
Cast. Who can hear this and bear an equal Your sex are so, such false dissemblers all,
mind! With sighs and plaints ye entice poor women's Since you will drive me from you, I must go; hearts,
But, oh, Monimia! When thou hast banished And all, that pity you, are made your prey.
ine, Cast. What means miy love? Oh, how have I No creeping slave, though tractable and dull deserved
As artful woman for her ends would choose, This language, from the sovereign of my joys? Shall ever doat as I have done: for, oh! Stop, stop those tears, Monimia, for they fall, No tongue my pleasure nor my pain can tell, Like baneful dew from a distempered sky; 'Tis heaven to have thee, and without thee bell. I feel then chill me to my very
Mon. Castalio, stay! we inust not part. I find Mon. Oh, you are false, Castaho, most for- My rage ebbs out, and love flows in apace. sworn!
These little quarrels, love must needs forgive, Attempt no farther to delude my faith; They rouse up drowsy thoughts, and wake the My heart is fixed, and you shall shake it no more. soul, Cast. Who told you so? What ill-bred villain Oh! charın me with the music of thy tongue ! durst
I'm ne'er so blest, as when I hear thy vows, Profane the sacred business of my love? And listen to the language of thy heart.
Cast. Where am I! surely paradise is round | But to behold thy eyes, thy amazing beauties, me,
Might make him rage again with love, as I do. Sweets planted by the hand of Heaven grow here, Thou Nature's whole perfection in one piece! And every sense is full of thy perfection. Sure, framing thee, Heaven took unusual care, To hear thee speak might calm a madman's As its own beauty it designed thee fair ; frenzy,
And formed thee by the best loved angel there. Till by attention he forgot his sorrows;
SCENE I.-A Garden.
His eyes distorted grew; his visage pale;
His speech forsook him; life itself seemed fled, Enter POLYDORE and Page.
And all his friends are waiting now about him. Pol. Were they so kind? Express it to me all In words; 'twill make me think I saw it too.
Enter Acasto, leaning on two. Page. At first I thought they had been mortal Acast. Support me; give me air; I'll yet reco
foes; Monimia raged, Castalio grew disturbed; 'Twas but a slip decaying nature made; Each thought the other wronged; yet both so For she grows weary near her journey's end. haughty,
Where are my sons? Come near, my Polydore; They scorned submission : though love all the Your brother; where's Castalio? while
Sero. My lord, The rebel played, and scarce could be contained. I've searched, as you commanded, all the house ; Pol. But what succeeded ?
He and Moniinia are not to be found. Page. Oh, 'twas wondrous pretty!
Acast. Not to be found! then where are all For, of a sudden, all the storm was past,
my friends? 'Tis well; A gentle calm of love succeeded it;
I hope they'll pardon an unhappy fault Monimia sighed and blushed, Castalio swore; My unmannerly infirmity has inade! As you, my lord, I well remember, did
Death could not come in a more welcome hour; To iny young sister, in the orange grove, For I'm prepared to meet him, and, methinks, When I was first preferred to be your page. Would live and die with all my friends about ine. Pol. Happy Castalio! Now, by my great soul,
Enter Castalio and MONIMIA. My ambitious soul, that languishes for glory, I'll have her yet, by my best hopes I will ! Cust. Angels preserve my dearest father's life, She shall be mine, in spite of all her arts. Bless it with long uninterrupted days! But for Castalio why was I refused?
Oh, may he live till time itself decay, Has he supplanted me by some foul play? 'Till good men wish him dead, or I offend him! Traduced my honour? Death! he durst not do it. Acast. Thank you, Castalio; give me both yout It must be so: we parted, and he met her,
Acast. Let the good man enter.
Chap. Heaven guard your lordship, and restore Find out some song to please me, that describes Women's hypocrisies, their subtle wiles,
Acast. I have provided for thee, if I die.
I have divided it betwixt you both,
Equally parted, as you shared my love; Sero. Oh, the unhappiest tidings tongue e'er Only to sweet Monimia I have bequeathed told !
Ten thousand crowns; a little portion for her, Pol. The matter !
To wed her honourably as she's born. Serv. Oh! your father, my good master, Be not less friends because you are brothers ; As with his guests he sat, in mirth raised high,
shun And chased the goblet round the joyful board, The man that's singular; his mind's unsound, A sudden trembling seized on all his limbs; His spleen o'erweighs his brains; but, abore all