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Since you will drive me from you, I must go;
Mon. Castalio, stay! we must not part. I find
Cast. Where am Il surely Paradise is round me, Sweets planted by the hand of Heav'n grow here, And ev'ry sense is full of thy perfection. To hear thee speak might calm a madman's frenzy, Till by attention he forgot his sorrows; But to behold thy eyes, th’amazing beauties, Might make hiin rage again with love, as I do. “To touch thee's heaven, but to enjoy thee. Oh !" Thou nature's whole perfection in one piece; Sure framing thee Heaven took unusual care
As its own beauty it design’d thee fair; | And form’d thee by the best lov'd angel there. [Ex. ACT III. SCENE I.
A Garden. Enter Polydore and Page.
Page. At first I thought they had been mortal foes;
Pol. But what succeeded?
Page. Oh, 'twas wond'rous pretty!
To my young sister in the orange grove,
Pol. Happy Castalio! Now, by my great soul,
Her sinking virtue, till she yielded quite.
Page. My lord 1
Pol. Go to your chamber, and prepare your lute : Find out some song to please me, that describes Women's hypocrisies, their subtile wiles, Betraying smiles, feign'd tears, inconstancies; Their painted outsides, and corrupted minds; The sum of all their follies, and their falsehoods.
Enter Servant. Seru. Oh, the unhappiest tidings tongue e'er told ! Pol. The matter!
Serv. Oh! your father, my good master, As with his guests he sat in mirth rais'd high, And chas'd the goblet round the joyful board, 40 A sudden trembling seiz'd on all his limbs; His eyes distorted grew; his visage pale ; His speech forsook him ; life itself seem'd fled, And all his friends are waiting now about him.
Enter ACAsto leaning on two. Acast. Support me; give me air; I'll yet recover. 'Twas but a slip decaying nature made ; For she grows weary near her journey's end. Where are my sons ? Come near, my Polydore; Your brother; where's Castalio?
Serv. My lord,
I've search'd, as you commanded, all the house;
friends ? 'Tis well;
Enter CASTALIO and MONIMIA. Cast. Angels preserve my dearest father's life, Bless it with long uninterupted days! Oh, may he live till time itself decay, 'Till good men wish him dead, or I offend him! slcast. Thank you, Castalio; give me both your
I have divided it betwixt you both, Equally parted, as you shar'd my love; Only to sweet Monimia I've bequeath'd Ten thousand crowns; a little portion for her, To wed her honourably as she's born. Be not less friends because you're brothers; “ shun “The man that's singular, his mind's unsound, 8e “ His spleen o’erweighs his brains; but above all, “ Avoid the politic, the factious fool, “The busy, buzzing, talking, harden'd knave, “The quaint smooth rogue, that sins against his rea
“ son, “Calls saucy loud suspicion, public zeal, . “And mutiny, the dictates of his spirit: “Be very careful how you make new friends. “ Men read not morals now : 'twas a custom : “But all are to their father's vices born; “ And in their mother's ignorance are bred. " Let marriage be the last mad thing you do, “For all the sins and follies of the past. "If you have children, never give them knowledge, “'Twill spoil their fortune ; fools are all the fashion; “ If you've religion, keep it to yourselves ; “ Atheists will else make use of toleration, “ And laugh you out on't. Never shew religion, “Except you mean to pass for knaves of conscience, "And cheat believing fools that think ye honest.”
Enter SERINA. Ser. My father!