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ACT II. SCENE 1.
A Salloon. Enter Acasto,CASTALIO,and POLYDOR E.
To-day has been a day of glorious sport.
It is a little sneaking art, which knaves
“ Pol. Why there?
“ Acast. 'Tis, next to money, current there; “ To be seen daily in as many forms “ As there are sorts of vanities, and men ;
“ The supercilious statesman has his sneer, “ To sooth a poor man off with, that can't bribe him; “ The grave dull fellow of small business sooths “ The humourist, and will needs admire his wit. “Who, without spleen, could see a hot-brain'd atheist, “ Thanking a surly doctor for his sermon; . “ Or a grave counsellor meet a smooth young lord, “ Squeeze him by the hand, and praise his good com
“ plexion? “ Pol. Courts are the places where best manners
" Aourish; " Where the deserving ought to rise, and fools “ Make shew. Why should I vexand chafe my spleen, “ To see a gaudy coxcomb shine, when I “ Have seen enough to sooth him in his follies, “And ride him to advantage as I please?
"dcast. Who merit, ought indeed to risei'th' world; “ But no wise man that's honest shou'd expect it. " What man of sense would rack his generous mind, “ To practise all the base formalities
41 “ And forms of business ? force a grave starch'd face, “When he's a very libertine in's heart? “ Seem not to know this or that man in public, “When privately perhaps they meet together, " And lay the scene of some brave fellow's ruin? “Such things are done."
Cast. Your lordship's wrongs have been
Were she a common mistress, kind to all,
find Corruption, envy, discontent, and faction, Almost in ev'ry band. How many men Have spent their blood in their dear country's service, Yet now pine under want, whilst selfish slaves, That e'en wou'd cut their throats whom now they
fawn on, Like deadly locusts, eat the honey up, Which those industrious bees so hardly toild for.
Cast. These precepts suit not with my active mind; Methinks I would be busy.
Pol. So would I,
Acast. Busy your minds then, study arts and men ;
Acast Blessings on my child,
Ser. I bring you, sir, most glad and welcome news. The young Chamont, whom you've so often wish'd for, Is just arriv'd, and entering.
Acast. By my soul,
Enter CHAMONT.. Welcome thou relict of the best lov'd man. Welcome from all the turmoils and the hazards Of certain danger and uncertain fortune ; Welcome as happy tidings after fears. Cha. Words wou'd but wrong the gratitude I owe
you : Shou'd I begin to speak, my soul's so full, That I should talk of nothing else all day.
Enter MONIMIA. Mon. My brother!
Cha. Oh my sister! let me hold thee Long in my arms. I've not beheld thy face These many days; by night I've often seen thee In gentle dreams, and satisfy'd my soul With fancy'd joys, 'till morning cares awak'd me. Another sister ! sure it must be so; Though I remember well I had but one : But I feel something in my heart that prompts, 100 And tells me she has claim and interest there.
Acast. Young soldier, you've not only study'd war,
Cha. Is she your daughter! then my heart told true,
Ser. Monimia, thou hast told me men are false,
Acast. Thus happy, who would envy pompous pow'r,
Cha. I have no business there;
[To his Sons.
Pol. And I ; both would.