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Acast. My heart's darling!
Ser. Let my knees Fix to the earth. Ne’er let my eyes have rest, But wake and weep, till Heaven restore my father. Acast. Rise to my arms, and thy kind pray'rs are
answer'd, For thou'rt a wond'rous extract of all goodness, Born for my joy, and no pain's felt when near thee. Chamont!
Acast. May'st thou be happy!
Cha. Confirm me so, and make this fair one mine;
Acast. What says Serina? Canst thou love a soldier ? One born to honour, and to honour bred ? One that has learn'd to treat e'en foes with kindness ; To wrong no good man's fame, nor praise himself?
Ser. Oh! name not love, for that's ally'd to joy, And joy must be a stranger to my heart,
When you're in danger. May Chamont's good fortune
ness, They put false beauty off to all the world, Use false endearments to the fools that love 'em, 140 And when they marry, to their silly husbands, They bring false virtue, broken fame and fortune. Mon. Hear ye that, my Lord ? Pol. Yes, my fair monitor, old men always talk thus. Acast. Chamont, you told me of some doubts that
Cha. My lord, I would not lose that satisfaction
Acast. I thank you. Daughter you must do so too.
Cast. Would you but rest, it might restore you quite. Acast. Yes, I'll to bed; old men must humour
weakness: Let me have music then, to lull and chase This melancholy thought of death away. Good-night, my friends; Heav'n guard ye all! good.
night! To-morrow early we'll salute the day,
160 Find out new pleasures, and redeem lost time.
[Exeunt all but Chamont and Chaplain. Cha. Hist, hist, Sir Gravity, a word with you. Chap. With me, sir !
Cha. If you're at leisure, sir, we'll waste an hour. 'Tis yet too soon to sleep, and 'twill be charity To lend your conversation to a stranger.
Chap. Sir, you're a soldier ?
Chap. I love a soldier.
Cha. And that's a wonder.
Chap. I have not thought it so, because my time's Spent pleasantly. My lord's not haughty nor im.
perious, Nor I gravely whimsical; he has good-nature, And I have manners. His sons too are civil to me, because I do not pretend to be wiser than they are. 180
I meddle with no man's business but my own;
Cha. I'm glad you are so happy.
Chap. I did, and was most sorry when we lost him.
master's friend. Cha. I could embrace thee for that very notion. If thou didst love my father, I could think Thou wouldst not be an enemy to me. Chap. I can be no man's foe. Cha. Then pr’ythee tell me, Think'st thou the lord Castalio loves my sister ? “Nay, never start. Come, come, I know thy office “Opens thee all the secrets of the family. " Then if thou’rt honest, use this freedom kindly." Chap. Love your sister!
20.1 Cha. Ay, love her.
“Chap. Sir, I never ask'd him, “And wonder you should ask it me. “Cha. Nay, but thou’rt an hypocrite; is there not
"one “Of all thy tribe that's honest? In your schools “The pride of your superiors make ye slaves; “Ye all live loathsome, sneaking, servile lives;
“ Not free enough to practice gen’rous truth, 66 Though ye pretend to teach it to the world.
« Chap. I would deserve a better thought from you. «Cha. If thou wouldst have me not contemn thy
« office " And character, think all thy brethren knaves, «. Thy trade a cheat, and thou its worst professor, “ Inform me; for I tell thee, priest, I'll know."
Chap. Either he loves her, or he much has wrong'd
Cha, How! wrong'd her? Have a care, for this
may lay A scene of mischief to undo us all. But tell me, wrong'd her, saidst thou?"
Chap. Ay, sir, wrong'd her.
Cha. This is a secret worth a monarch's fortune: What shall I give thee for't? Thou dear physician Of sickly souls, unfold this riddle to me, And comfort mine
Chap. I would hide nothing from you willingly. 66 Cha. Nay, then again thou’rt honest. Would'st
" thou tell me? « Chap. Yes, if I durst. “ Cha. Why, what affrights thee?
“ Chap. You do.
“ Cha. Why, I am no fool.