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Serve him! he merits more than man can do!
Cast. I'd serve him with my fortune here at home,
140 As ev'ry true-born loyal subject ought.
Acast. Let me embrace you both. Now, by the souls Of my brave ancestors, I'm truly happy, For this be ever blest my marriage-day, Blest be your mother's memory that bore you, And doubly blest be that auspicious hour That gave ye birth. “ Yes, my aspiring boys, “Ye shall have business, when your master wants you, “You cannot serve a nobler : I have serv'd him; “In this old body yet the marks remain “Of many wounds. I've with this tongue proclaim'd “ His right, e'en in the face of rank rebellion ; “And when a foul-mouth'd traitor once profan'd “ His sacred name, with my good sabre drawn, " E'en at the head of all his giddy rout, “ I rush'd, and clove the rebel to the chine."
Enter Servant. Ser. My Lord th’expected guests are just arriv'd. Acast. Go you, and give 'em welcome and recep
tion. [Exeunt Castalio, Polydore, Serina, &c.
Cha. My Lord, I stand in need of your assistance In something that concerns my peace and honour. 160
Acast. Spoke like the son of that brave man I lov'd: So freely, friendly, we convers’d together. Whate'er it be, with confidence impart it, Thou shalt command my fortune and my sword. Cha. I dare not doubt your friendship, nor your
justice, Your bounty shewn to what I hold most dear, My orphan sister must not be forgotten;
Acast. Pr’ythee no more of that, it grates my nature. Cha. When our dear parents dy'd, they dy'd to
gether, One fate surpris’d'em, and one grave receiv'd 'em; My father, with his dying breath, bequeath'd Her to my love. My mother, as she lay Languishing by him, call’d me to her side, Took me in her fainting arms, wept, and embrac'd me : Then press’d me close, and as she observ'd my tears, Kiss'd them away. Said she, Chamont, my son, By this and all the love I ever shew'd thee, Be careful of Monimia; watch her youth; Let not her wants betray her to dishonour : Perhaps kind Heav'n may raise some friend. Then sighed,
180 Kiss'd me again; so bless'd us, and expir'd. Pardon my grief.
Acast. It speaks an honest nature. · Cha. The friend Heav'n rais'd was you; you took
An infant, to the desert world expos’d,
Acast. I've not wrong'd her.
Cha. Great spirits bear misfortunes hardly.
Acast. I cannot guess your drift ; Distrust you me?
Cha. No, but I fear her weakness May make her pay her debt at any rate; And, to deal freely with your lordship’s goodness, I've heard a story lately much disturbs me. Acast. Then first charge her; and if th' offence be
found Within my reach, though it should touch my nature, In my own offspring, by the dear remembrance Of thy brave father, whom my heart rejoic'd in, I'd prosecute it with severest vengeance. [Exit.
Cha. I thank you from my soul.
Mon. Alas! my brother!
Cha. Pr’ythee, why dost thou talk so ?
Cha. Fear nothing, I will shew myself a brother,
Mon. I shall never.
Mon. I challenge envy,
240 Unhappy life, and taint me if they can!
Cha. I'll tell thee, then; three nights ago, as I Lay musing in my bed, all darkness round me,
A sudden damp struck to my heart, cold sweat
Mon. And for this cause my virtue is suspected!
265 Cha. Have a care! Labour not to be justify'd too fast. Hear all, and then let justice hold the scale. Whar follow'd was the riddle that confounds me. Through a close lane, as I pursu'd my journey, And meditating on the last night's vision, I spy'd a wrinkled hag, with age grown double, Picking dry sticks, and mumbling to herself; Her eyes with scalding rheum where gall’d and red; Cold palsy shook her head, her hands seem’d wither'd, And o'er her crooked shoulders had she wrapp'd The tatter'd remnant of an old strip'd hanging, Which sery'd to keep her carcass from the cold;