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_Cast. _ Sir, 'twas my last request
You would, though you I find will not be satisfied:
So, in a word, Monimia is my scorn;
She basely sent you here to try my fears;
That was your business.
No artful prostitute, in falsehoods practised,
To make advantage of her coxcomb's follies,
Could have done more--disquiet vex her for't!

_Cham. _ Farewell. [_Exeunt_ CHAMONT _and_ SERINA.

_Cast. _ Farewell. --My father, you seem troubled.

_Acast. _ Would I'd been absent when this boisterous brave
Came to disturb thee thus! I'm grieved I hindered
Thy just resentment. But Monimia--

_Cast. _ Damn her!

_Acast. _ Don't curse her.

_Cast. _ Did I?

_Acast. _ Yes.

_Cast. _ I'm sorry for't.

_Acast. _ Methinks, if, as I guess, the fault's but small,
It might be pardoned.

_Cast. _ No.

_Acast. _ What has she done?

_Cast. _ That she's my wife, may Heaven and you forgive me!

_Acast. _ Be reconciled then.

_Cast. _ No.

_Acast. _ Go see her.

_Cast. _ No.

_Acast. _ I'll send and bring her hither.

_Cast. _ No.

_Acast. _ For my sake,
Castalio, and the quiet of my age.

_Cast. _ Why will you urge a thing my nature starts at?

_Acast. _ Pr'ythee forgive her.

_Cast. _ Lightnings first shall blast me!
I tell you, were she prostrate at my feet,
Full of her sex's best dissembled sorrows,
And all that wondrous beauty of her own,
My heart might break, but it should never soften.

_Enter_ FLORELLA.

_Flor. _ My lord, where are you? O Castalio!

_Acast. _ Hark!

_Cast. _ What's that?

_Flor. _ Oh, show me quickly, where's Castalio?

_Acast. _ Why, what's the business?

_Flor. _ Oh, the poor Monimia!

_Cast. _ Ha!

_Acast. _ What's the matter?

_Flor. _ Hurried by despair,
She flies with fury over all the house,
Through every room of each apartment, crying,
"Where's my Castalio? give me my Castalio! "
Except she sees you, sure she'll grow distracted.

_Cast. _ Ha! will she? does she name Castalio?
And with such tenderness? Conduct me quickly
To the poor lovely mourner. O my father!

_Acast. _ Then wilt thou go? Blessings attend thy purpose.

_Cast. _ I cannot hear Monimia's soul in sadness,
And be a man; my heart will not forget her.
But do not tell the world you saw this of me.

_Acast. _ Delay not then, but haste and cheer thy love.

_Cast. _ Oh! I will throw my impatient arms about her,
In her soft bosom sigh my soul to peace:
Till through the panting breast she finds the way
To mould my heart, and make it what she will.
Monimia! Oh! [_Exeunt. _

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SCENE II. --_A Room in_ ACASTO'S _House_.

_Enter_ MONIMIA.

_Mon. _ Stand off, and give me room!
I will not rest till I have found Castalio,
My wishes' lord, comely as rising day,
Amidst ten thousand eminently known.
Flowers spring up where'er he treads; his eyes,
Fountains of brightness, cheering all about him--
When will they shine on me? --O stay, my soul!
I cannot die in peace till I have seen him.

_Enter_ CASTALIO.

_Cast. _ Who talks of dying, with a voice so sweet
That life's in love with't?

_Mon. _ Hark! 'tis he that answers;
So in a camp, though at the dead of night,
If but the trumpet's cheerful noise is heard,
All at the signal leap from downy rest,
And every heart awakes, as mine does now.
Where art thou?

_Cast. _ Here, my love.

_Mon. _ No nearer, lest I vanish.

_Cast. _ Have I been in a dream then all this while?
And art thou but the shadow of Monimia?
Why dost thou fly me thus?

_Mon. _ Oh! were it possible that we could drown
In dark oblivion but a few past hours,
We might be happy.

_Cast. _ Is't then so hard, Monimia, to forgive
A fault, where humble love, like mine, implores thee?
For I must love thee, though it prove my ruin.
Which way shall I court thee?
What shall I do to be enough thy slave,
And satisfy the lovely pride that's in thee?
I'll kneel to thee, and weep a flood before thee:
Yet pr'ythee, tyrant, break not quite my heart;
But when my task of penitence is done,
Heal it again, and comfort me with love.

_Mon. _ If I am dumb, Castalio, and want words
To pay thee back this mighty tenderness,
It is because I look on thee with horror,
And cannot see the man I so have wronged.

_Cast. _ Thou hast not wronged me.

_Mon. _ Ah! alas, thou talk'st
Just as thy poor heart thinks. Have not I wronged thee?

_Cast. _ No.

_Mon. _ Still thou wander'st in the dark, Castalio;
But wilt ere long stumble on horrid danger.

_Cast. _ What means my love?

_Mon. _ Couldst thou but forgive me!

_Cast. _ What?

_Mon. _ For my fault last night: alas, thou canst not!

_Cast. _ I can, and do.

_Mon. _ Thus crawling on the earth [_Kneels. _
Would I that pardon meet; the only thing
Can make me view the face of Heaven with hope.

_Cast. _ Then let's draw near. [_Raises her. _

_Mon. _ Ah me!

_Cast. _ So in the fields,
When the destroyer has been out for prey,
The scattered lovers of the feathered kind,
Seeking, when danger's past, to meet again,
Make moan and call, by such degrees approach,
Till joining thus they bill, and spread their wings,
Murmuring love, and joy their fears are over.

_Mon. _ Yet have a care, be not too fond of peace,
Lest, in pursuance of the goodly quarry,
Thou meet a disappointment that distracts thee.

_Cast. _ My better angel, then, do thou inform me
What danger threatens me, and where it lies:
Why didst thou,--pr'ythee smile and tell me why,--
When I stood waiting underneath the window,
Quaking with fierce and violent desires
(The dropping dews fell cold upon my head,
Darkness enclosed, and the winds whistled round me,
Which with my mournful sighs made such sad music
As might have moved the hardest heart); why wert thou
Deaf to my cries, and senseless of my pains?

_Mon. _ Did I not beg thee to forbear inquiry?
Read'st thou not something in my face, that speaks
Wonderful change and horror from within me?

_Cast. _ Then there is something yet which I've not known:
What dost thou mean by horror, and forbearance
Of more inquiry? Tell me, I beg thee tell me;
And don't betray me to a second madness.

_Mon. _ Must I?

_Cast. _ If, labouring in the pangs of death,
Thou wouldst do anything to give me ease,
Unfold this riddle ere my thoughts grow wild,
And let in fears of ugly form upon me.

_Mon. _ My heart won't let me speak it; but remember,
Monimia, poor Monimia tells you this,
We ne'er must meet again.

_Cast. _ What means my destiny?
For all my good or evil fate dwells in thee.
Ne'er meet again!

_Mon. _ No, never.

_Cast. _ Where's the power
On earth, that dares not look like thee, and say so?
Thou art my heart's inheritance; I served
A long and painful, faithful slavery for thee,
And who shall rob me of the dear-bought blessing?

_Mon. _ Time will clear all, but now let this content you:
Heaven has decreed, and therefore I've resolved,--
With torment I must tell it thee, Castalio,--
Ever to be a stranger to thy love;
In some far-distant country waste my life,
And from this day to see thy face no more.

_Cast. _ Where am I? Sure I wander 'midst enchantment,
And never more shall find the way to rest.
But, O Monimia! art thou indeed resolved
To punish me with everlasting absence?
Why turn'st thou from me? I'm alone already.
Methinks I stand upon a naked beach,
Sighing to winds, and to the seas complaining,
Whilst afar off the vessel sails away,
Where all the treasure of my soul's embarked.
Wilt thou not turn? --Oh! could those eyes but speak,
I should know all, for love is pregnant in them;
They swell, they press their beams upon me still.
Wilt thou not speak? If we must part for ever,
Give me but one kind word to think upon,
And please myself withal, whilst my heart's breaking!

_Mon.
_ Ah, poor Castalio! [_Exit. _

_Cast. _ Pity! by the gods,
She pities me! Then thou wilt go eternally?
What means all this? why all this stir, to plague
A single wretch? If but your word can shake
This world to atoms, why so much ado
With me? Think me but dead, and lay me so.

_Enter_ POLYDORE.

_Pol. _ To live, and live a torment to myself!
What dog would bear't, that knew but his condition?
We've little knowledge, and that makes us cowards,
Because it cannot tell us what's to come.

_Cast. _ Who's there?

_Pol. _ Why, what art thou?

_Cast. _ My brother Polydore?

_Pol. _ My name is Polydore.

_Cast. _ Canst thou inform me--

_Pol. _ Of what?

_Cast. _ Of my Monimia?

_Pol. _ No. Good-day.

_Cast. _ In haste?
Methinks my Polydore appears in sadness.

_Pol. _ Indeed, and so to me does my Castalio.

_Cast. _ Do I?

_Pol. _ Thou dost.

_Cast. _ Alas! I've wondrous reason;
I'm strangely altered, brother, since I saw thee.

_Pol. _ Why?

_Cast. _ Oh! to tell thee would but put thy heart
To pain. Let me embrace thee but a little,
And weep upon thy neck; I would repose
Within thy friendly bosom all my follies;
For thou wilt pardon them, because they're mine.

_Pol. _ Be not too credulous; consider first;
Friends may be false. Is there no friendship false?

_Cast. _ Why dost thou ask me that? does this appear
Like a false friendship, when with open arms
And streaming eyes I run upon thy breast?
Oh, 'tis in thee alone I must have comfort!

_Pol. _ I fear, Castalio, I have none to give thee.

_Cast. _ Dost thou not love me then?

_Pol. _ Oh, more than life:
I never had a thought of my Castalio
Might wrong the friendship we had vowed together.
Hast thou dealt so by me?

_Cast. _ I hope I have.

_Pol. _ Then tell me why this mourning; this disorder?

_Cast. _ O Polydore! I know not how to tell thee;
Shame rises in my face, and interrupts
The story of my tongue.

_Pol. _ I grieve my friend
Knows anything which he's ashamed to tell me;
Or didst thou e'er conceal thy thoughts from Polydore?

_Cast. _ Oh! much too oft; but let me here conjure thee,
By all the kind affection of a brother,--
For I'm ashamed to call myself thy friend,--
Forgive me.

_Pol. _ Well, go on.

_Cast. _ Our destiny contrived
To plague us both with one unhappy love:
Thou, like a friend, a constant generous friend,
In its first pangs didst trust me with thy passion;
Whilst I still smoothed my pain with smiles before thee,
And made a contract I ne'er meant to keep.

_Pol. _ How!

_Cast. _ Still new ways I studied to abuse thee,
And kept thee as a stranger to my passion,
Till yesterday I wedded with Monimia.

_Pol. _ Ah, Castalio,
Was that well done?

_Cast. _ No; to conceal't from thee
Was much a fault.

_Pol. _ A fault! When thou hast heard
The tale I'll tell, what wilt thou call it then?

_Cast. _ How my heart throbs!

_Pol. _ First, for thy friendship, traitor,
I cancel it thus; after this day I'll ne'er
Hold trust or converse with the false Castalio:
This witness Heaven!

_Cast. _ What will my fate do with me?
I've lost all happiness, and know not why.
What means this, brother?

_Pol. _ Perjured, treacherous wretch,
Farewell!

_Cast. _ I'll be thy slave; and thou shalt use me
Just as thou wilt, do but forgive me.

_Pol. _ Never.

_Cast. _ Oh! think a little what thy heart is doing;
How from our infancy we hand in hand
Have trod the path of life in love together;
One bed has held us, and the same desires,
The same aversions, still employed our thoughts;
Whene'er had I a friend that was not Polydore's,
Or Polydore a foe that was not mine?
Even in the womb we embraced; and wilt thou now,
For the first fault, abandon and forsake me,
Leave me amidst afflictions to myself,
Plunged in the gulf of grief, and none to help me?

_Pol. _ Go to Monimia; in her arms thou'lt find
Repose; she has the art of healing sorrows.

_Cast. _ What arts?

_Pol. _ Blind wretch, thou husband! there's a question!
Go to her fulsome bed, and wallow there,
Till some hot ruffian, full of lust and wine,
Come storm thee out, and show thee what's thy bargain.

_Cast. _ Hold there, I charge thee!

_Pol. _ Is she not a--

_Cast. _ Whore?

_Pol. _ Ay, whore; I think that word needs no explaining.

_Cast. _ Alas! I can forgive even this to thee:
But let me tell thee, Polydore, I'm grieved
To find thee guilty of such low revenge,
To wrong that virtue which thou couldst not ruin.

_Pol. _ It seems I lie then?

_Cast. _ Should the bravest man
That e'er wore conquering sword but dare to whisper
What thou proclaim'st, he were the worst of liars:
My friend may be mistaken.

_Pol. _ Damn the evasion!
Thou mean'st the worst; and he's a base-born villain
That said I lied.

_Cast. _ Do, draw thy sword, and thrust it through my heart;
There is no joy in life, if thou art lost.
A base-born villain!

_Pol. _ Yes, thou never camest
From old Acasto's loins; the midwife put
A cheat upon my mother, and, instead
Of a true brother, in the cradle by me
Placed some coarse peasant's cub, and thou art he.

_Cast. _ Thou art my brother still.

_Pol. _ Thou liest.

_Cast. _ Nay then: [_He draws. _
Yet I am calm.

_Pol. _ A coward's always so.

_Cast. _ Ah--ah--that stings home: coward!

_Pol. _ Ay, base-born coward, villain.

_Cast. _ This to thy heart then, though my mother bore thee.

[_They fight_; POLYDORE _drops his sword, and runs on_
CASTALIO'S.

_Pol. _ Now my Castalio is again my friend.

_Cast. _ What have I done? my sword is in thy breast!

_Pol. _ So I would have it be, thou best of men,
Thou kindest brother, and thou truest friend.

_Cast. _ Ye gods, we're taught that all your works are justice;
You're painted merciful, and friends to innocence:
If so, then why these plagues upon my head?

_Pol. _ Blame not the Heavens; here lies thy fate, Castalio.
They're not the gods, 'tis Polydore has wronged thee;
I've stained thy bed; thy spotless marriage-joys
Have been polluted by thy brother's lust.

_Cast. _ By thee!

_Pol. _ By me: last night the horrid deed
Was done, when all things slept, but rage and incest.

_Cast. _ Now where's Monimia? Oh!

_Re-enter_ MONIMIA.

_Mon. _ I'm here; who calls me?
Methought I heard a voice
Sweet as the shepherd's pipe upon the mountains,
When all his little flock's at feed before him.
But what means this? here's blood!

_Cast. _ Ay, brother's blood.
Art thou prepared for everlasting pains?

_Pol. _ Oh, let me charge thee by the eternal justice,
Hurt not her tender life!

_Cast. _ Not kill her! Rack me,
Ye powers above, with all your choicest torments,
Horror of mind, and pains yet uninvented,
If I not practise cruelty upon her,
And wreak revenge some way yet never known!

_Mon. _ That task myself have finished: I shall die
Before we part; I've drunk a healing draught
For all my cares, and never more shall wrong thee.

_Pol. _ Oh, she is innocent.

_Cast. _ Tell me that story,
And thou wilt make a wretch of me indeed.

_Pol. _ Hadst thou, Castalio, used me like a friend,
This ne'er had happened; hadst thou let me know
Thy marriage, we had all now met in joy:
But, ignorant of that,
Hearing the appointment made, enraged to think
Thou hadst outdone me in successful love,
I, in the dark, went and supplied thy place;
Whilst all the night, 'midst our triumphant joys,
The trembling, tender, kind, deceived Monimia
Embraced, caressed, and called me her Castalio.

_Cast. _ And all this is the work of my own fortune!
None but myself could e'er have been so curst.
My fatal love, alas! has ruined thee,
Thou fairest, goodliest frame the gods e'er made,
Or ever human eyes and heart adored!
I've murdered too my brother.