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“ And hardly shall be mad enough to-night "To trust you with my ruin.
“ Cha. Art thou then “So far concern'd in't? What has been thy office ? “Curse on that formal steady villain's face! “Just so do all bawds look: nay, bawds, they say, “Can pray upon occasion, talk of heav'n, 241 “ Turn up their goggling eye-balls, rail at vice, “ Dissemble, lie, and preach like any priest. “ Art thou a bawd ?
“ Chap. Sir, I'm not often usd thus. " Cha. Be just then.
" Cha. So I shall be to the trust “ That's laid upon me."
Cha. By the reverenced soul Of that great honest man, that gave me being, Tell me but what thou know'st concerns my honour, And if I e'er reveal it to thy wrong, May this good sword ne'er do me right in battle ! May I ne'er know that blessed peace of mind, That dwells in good and pious men like thee! Chap. I see your temper's mov'd, and I will trust
you. Cha. Wilt thou ? Chap. I will; but if it ever 'scape you Cha. It never shall. “ Chap. Swear then.
“ Cha. I do, by all “That's dear to me, by th’honour of my name, " And by that power I serve, it never shall."
Chap. Then this good day, when all the house was
Chap. I, by their own appointment, met them there, Receiv'd their marriage-vows, and join'd their hands.
Cha. Howl marry'd !
Cha. Then my soul's at peace.
Chap. Not knowing what reception it may find
Cha. What's the cause
Enter CASTALIO and MONIMIA.
Seems no good boding omen to her bliss;
Mon. Castalio, I am thinking what we've done.
300 Gentle and kind as sympathising nature ! “When a sad story has been told, I've seen “ Thy little breasts, with soft compassion swell’d, “Shove up and down, and heave like dying birds; “But now let fear be banish'd, think no more “Of danger; for there's safety in my arms; “Let them receive thee. Heav'n grows jealous now; “Sure she's too good for any mortal creature! "I could grow wild, and praise thee ev'n to madness." But wherefore do I dally with my bliss ? The night's far spent, and day draws on apace; To bed, my love, and wake till I come thither. Pol. So hot, my brother! [Polydore at the door.
Mon. 'Twill be impossible ;
Cast. Impossible i impossible! alas !
“ Let me behold those eyes; they'll tell me truth. “ Hast thou no longing ? art thou still the same 320 " Cold, icy virgin? No; thou’rt alter'd quite : “ Haste, haste to bed, and let loose all thy wishes."
Mon. 'Tis but one night, my lord; I pray be rul'd.
Cast. Try if thou'st power to stop a flowing tide,
Mon. Just three soft strokes upon the chamber door;
Cast. Oh! doubt it not, Monimia; our joys Shall be as silent as the ecstatic bliss Of souls, that by intelligence converse. Immortal pleasures shall our senses drown, Thought shall be lost, and ev'ry power dissolv'd. Away, my love; “ first take this kiss. Now haste.” I long for that to come, yet grudge each minute past.
[Exit Mon. My brother wand'ring too so late this way! 341 · Pol. Castalio!
Cast. My Polydore, how dost thou ?
Pol. I left him happily repos’d to rest ;
Cast. Doubtless, well:
Pol. Is she the same Monimia still she was ?
Cast. She's not woman else:
Pol. Yet may relief be unexpected found,
Cast. No; she has still avoided me :
Pol. To what?
Pol. What, quit my love? As soon I'd quit my post
Pol. Then speak 'em :