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Pol. Nay, I'll conjure you too;
120 By all the strictest bonds of faithful friendship, To shew your heart as naked in this point, As you would purge you of your sins to Heav'n.
Cast. I will.
Pol. And should I chance to touch it nearly, bear it With all the suff'rance of a tender friend.
Cast. As calmly as the wounded patient bears
Pol. That would sound too roughly
Cast. Is love a fault ?
Pol. In one of us it may be.
140 I lov'd her first, and cannot quit the claim, But will preserve the birth-right of my passion. * Pol. You will.
Cast. I will.
Pol. I told you I had done :
Cast. No ;
Pol. But for a toy you would, a woman's toy;
Cast. No, sure we're such friends,
Pol. I doat upon Monimia,
Cast. No matter
Pol. You would not wed Monimia, would you ?
Cast. Wed her!
With wealth beyond what woman's pride could waste,
Pol. It is an elder brother's duty so
Cast. Mere vanity, and silly dotage all.
Pol. Who shall possess th' estate you leave ?
Pol. 'Tis kindly offer'd.
Cast. By yon Heav'n, I love
Pol. And by that Heaven eternally I swear,
200 Whose shall Monimia be ?
Cast. No matter whose.
Cast. I was, and should have met her here again;
Urge all thy pow'rs to make thy passion prosper :
Pol. Heaven blast me if I do.
Cast. If't prove thy fortune, Polydore, to conquer, (For thou hast all the arts of soft persuasion) Trust me, and let me know thy love's success, That I may ever after stifle mine.
Pol. Though she be dearer to my soul than rest
For if ye pow'rs have happiness in store, 220
[Exeunt Castalio and Polydore.
Enter MONIMIA. Mon. So soon return'd from hunting? This fair day Seems as if sent to invite the world abroad. Pass'd not Castalio and Polydore this way?
Page. Madam, just now.
Mon. Sure some ill fate's upon me.
My foolish heart; and, like a tender child,
Page. Why, madam, have I done you any wrong?
Mon. I never see you now; you have been kinder ? Sat by my bed, and sung me pretty songs; 241 Perhaps I've been ungrateful. Here's money for you : Will you oblige me? Shall I see you oft'ner ?
Page. Madam, I'd serve you with my soul : “ But in the morning when you call me to you, “ As by your bed I stand, and tell you stories, “ I am asham'd to see your swelling breasts,
It makes me blush, they are so very white.
“ Mon. Oh, men! for fatt'ry and deceit renown'd! « Thus, when y'are young, ye learn it all like him, “ 'Till as your years increase, that strengthens too, “ T’undo pour maids, and make our ruin easy." Tell me, Cordelio, for thou oft hast heard Their friendly converse, and their bosom secrets ; Sometimes, at least, have they not talk'd of me?
Page. Oh, madam, very wickedly they have talk'd! But I am afraid to name it; for, they say, Boys must be whipp'd that tell their master's secrets.
Mon. Fear not, Cordelio; it shall ne'er be known; For I'll preserve the secret as 'twere mine. Polydore cannot be so kind as I. I'll furnish thee with all thy harmless sports, With pretty toys, and thou shalt be my page.
Page. And truly, madam, I had rather be so.