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ACT I. SCENE I.
Enter PAULINO and ERNESTO.
« Paulino. "'Tis strange, Ernesto, this severity “ Should still reign powerful in Acasto's mind, « To hate the court where he was bred and liv'd, “ All honours heap'd on him that pow'r could give. “ Ern. 'Tis true, he hither came a private gentle
man, “ But young and brave, and of a family “Ancient and noble, as the empire holds. “ The honours he has gain’d are justly his; “He purchas'd them in war: thrice has he led “An army 'gainst the rebels, and as often “ Return'd with victory. The world has not “ A truer soldier, or a better subject. " Paul. It was his virtue at first made me serve
him; “ He is the best of masters and of friends : « I know he has lately been invited thither;
“ Yet still he keeps his stubborn purpose ; cries “ He's old, and willingly would be at rest. “ I doubt there's deep resentment in his mind, “ For the late slight his honour suffer'd there. “ Ern. Has he not reason? When for what he had borne,
20 “ Long, hard, and painful toil, he might have claim'd “ Places in honour, and employment high ; “ A huffing, shining, flattåring, cringing coward, “ A canker-worm of peace, was rais'd above him.
" Paul. Yet still he holds just value for the king, « Nor ever names him but with highest reverence. 16 'Tis noble that
“ Ern. Oh! I have heard him wanton in his praise, “ Speak things of him might charm the ears of Envy.
“ Paul. Oh, may he live till nature's self grows old, “ And from her womb no more can bless the earth! “ For when he dies, farewel all honour, bounty, “ All generous encouragement of arts; “ For Charity herself becomes a widow. “ Ern. No, he has two sons, that were ordain'd
to be, “ As well his virtues' as his fortune's heirs. “ Paul. They're both of nature mild, and full of
sweetness; “ They came twins from the womb, and still they live “ As if they would go twins too to the grave : “ Neither has any thing he calls his own,
40 .“ But of each other's joys, as griefs, partaking; .. “ So very honestly, so well they love,
“ As they were only for each other born.
“ Ern. Never was parent in an offspring happier; “ He has a daughter too, whose blooming age “ Promises goodness equal to her beauty. “ Paul. And as there is a friendship 'twixt the
. brethren, “ So has her infant nature chosen too “ A faithful partner of her thoughts and wishes, “And kind companion of her harmless pleasures. “ Ern. You mean the beauteous orphan, fair Mo.
nimia. “ Paul. The same, the daughter of the brave Cha
mont. “ He was our lord's companion in the wars; “Where such a wond'rous friendship grew between
'em, “ As only death could end. Chamont's estate “Was ruin'd in our late and civil discords ; “ Therefore, unable to advance her fortune, “ He left his daughter to our master's care; “To such a care, as she scarce lost her father. “ Ern. Her brother to the emperor's wars went
early, “To seek a fortune, or a noble fate ; “Whence he with honour is expected back, “And mighty marks of that great prince's favour,
“ Paul. Our master never would permit his sons “ To launch for fortune in th' uncertain world; "But warns 'em to avoid both courts and camps, “Where dilatory fortune plays the jilt
“With the brave, noble, honest, gallant man, “ To throw herself away on fools and knaves. “ Ern. They both have forward, gen'rous, active
spirits. “'Tis daily their petition to their father, . . “ To send them forth where glory's to be gotten : “ They cry, they're weary of their lazy home, “ Restless to do something that fame may talk of. “ To-day they chas'd the boar, and near this time “ Should be return'd.
" Paul. Oh, that's a royal sport! “ We yet may see the old man in a morning, “ Lusty as health, come ruddy to the field, “ And there pursue the chase, as if he meant 80 “. To o'ertake time, and bring back youth again.”
A Garden. Enter CASTALIO, POLYDORE, and PAGE.
Cast. Polydore, our sport
Pol. But then
Cast. Ay, then, my brother, my friend Polydore, Like Perseus mounted on his winged steed,
Came on, and down the dangerous precipice leap'd
Pol. But when I came; I found you conqueror.
Cast. So, Polydore, methinks we might in war
Pol. No, let me purchase in my youth renown,
Cast. Our father
Pol. Castalio, I have doubts within my heart,
know? What can this mean?