Methinks you love me better than my lord; Mon. Inform me how thou'st heard Page. With all the tenderness of love; Page. Not to quarrel for you. Mon. I would not have 'em; by my dearest hope, I wou'd not be the argument of strife. But surely my Castalio won't forsake me, And make a mock'ry of my easy love. Page. Yes, to seek you, madam. And fairly try the fortune of his wishes. 280 Mam. Am I then grown so cheap, just to be made A common stake, a prize for love in jest? Was not Castalio very loth to yield it? Page. The fault was Polydore's. Castalio play'd with love, and smiling shew'd C He said, no woman's smiles should buy his freedom; And marriage is a mortifying thing. Mon. Then I am ruin'd, if Castalio's false. Where is there faith and honour to be found? 300 Ye gods that guard the innocent, and guide Yet want the cunning to conceal its follies? Enter CASTALIO and POLYDORE alone. He comes, the conqueror comes! lie still, my heart, And learn to bear thy injuries with scorn. Cast. Madam, my brother begs he may have leave To tell you something that concerns you nearly. I leave you, as becomes me, and withdraw. Mon. My lord, Castalio! Cast. Madam ? Mon. Have you purpos'd To abuse me palpably? What means this usage? Why am I left with Polydore alone? Cast. He best can tell you. Business of importance Calls me away; I must attend my father. Mon. Will you then leave me thus ? Cast. But for a moment. Mon. It has been otherwise; the time has been, 320 When business might have staid, and I been heard. Cast. I could for ever hear thee; but this time Matters of such odd circumstances press me, That I must go [Exit. Mon. Then go, and, if't be possible, for ever. Mon. Talk not of love, my Lord, I must not hear it. But when a heav'n-born maid, like you, appear'd, Pol. Oh! I could talk to thee for ever. Thus On those dear eyes; for every glance they send Man. How can you labour thus for my undoing? I must confess, indeed, I owe you more Than ever I can hope or think to pay. There always was a friendship 'twixt our families; Your father's pity and his bounty took me, A poor and helpless orphan, to his care. swear, 361 Pol. 'Twas Heav'n ordain'd it so, to make me happy. Was never in the right! y'are always false Now smile, then frown; now sorrowful, then glad; Mon. Indeed, my Lord, 380 I own my sex's follies; I have 'em all. And, to avoid its fault, must fly from you. I'd rather run a savage in the woods Amongst brute beasts, grow wrinkled and deform'd, "As wildness and most rude neglect could make me," So I might still enjoy my honour safe From the destroying wiles of faithless men. [Exit. Pol. Who'd be that sordid foolish thing call'd man, To cringe thus, fawn, and flatter for a pleasure, Which beasts enjoy so very much above him? The lusty bull ranges through all the field, And from the herd singling his female out, Enjoys her, and abandons her at will. It shall be so; I'll yet possess my love; Wait on, and watch her loose unguarded hours; 400 Beat down her guard of honour all before me, [Exeunt Pol. and Page. |