Since you will drive me from you, I must go; No tongue my pleasure nor my pain can tell, Mon. Castalio, stay! we must not part. I find 420 They rouse up drowsy thoughts, and wake my soul," Oh! charm me with the music of thy tongue, I'm ne'er so blest as when I hear thy vows, And listen to the language of thy heart. Cast. Where am I 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, And form'd thee by the best lov'd angel there. [Ex. ACT III. SCENE I. A Garden. Enter POLYDORE and PAGE. Polydore. WERE they so kind? Express it to me all In words, 'twill make me think I saw it too. Page. At first I thought they had been mortal foes; Monimia rag'd, Castalio grew disturb’d; Each thought the other wrong'd; yet both so haughty, Page. Oh, 'twas wond'rous pretty! 20 Her sinking virtue, till she yielded quite. While the fair hunter's cheated of his prey. Page. My lord! 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. Serv. 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, Enter ACASTO leaning on two. 40 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; Serv. My lord, I've search'd, as you commanded, all the house; He and Monimia are not to be found. Acast. Not to be found! then where are all my friends? 'Tis well; I hope they'll pardon an unhappy fault My unmannerly infirmity has made! Death could not come in a more welcome hour; 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! 60 Acast. Thank you, Castalio; give me both your hands, And bear me up, I'd walk.—So, now methinks, Supported by the pillars he had rais'd. Cast. My lord, your chaplain. Acast. Let the good man enter. Enter Chaplain. Chap. Heav'n guard your lordship, and restore your health. Acast. I have provided for thee, if I die. No fawning! 'tis a scandal to thy office. My sons, as thus united ever live; And for th' estate you'll find when I am dead, I have divided it betwixt you both, Equally parted, as you shar'd my love; Be not less friends because you're brothers; "shun "The man that's singular, his mind's unsound, 8@ "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, "If you have children, never give them knowledge, "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! E 100 |