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upon, so you did. I'll tell you no more stories, except you keep your word with me.
Cast. Well, go, you trifler, and to-morrow ask me. Page. Indeed, my lord, I can't abide to leave you. Cast. Why, wert thou instructed to attend me!
Page. No, no, indeed, my lord, I was not ; But I know what I know. . Cast. What dost thou know ? Death! what can all this mean?
520 Page. Oh! I know who loves somebody. Cast. What's that to me, boy? Page. Nay, I know who loves you too. Cast. That's a wonder! pr’ythee tell it me.
Page. 'Tis—’tis I know who-but will You give me the horse, then?
Cast. I will, my child. Page. It is my lady Monimia, look you ; but don't You tell her I told you ; she'll give me no more play-things then. I heard her say so, as she lay a-bed, man.
Cast. Talk'd she of me when in her bed, Cordelio ?
Page. Yes, and I sung her the song you made, too; and she did so sigh, and so look with her eyes; and her breasts did so lift up and down, I could have found in my heart to have beat 'em, for they made me asham'd.
Cast. Hark! what's that noise ? : Take this, begone, and leave me. You knave, you little flatterer, get you gone. 540
[Exit Page. Surely it was a noise! hist-only fancy; . For all is hush'd, as nature were retir’d, “ And the perpetual motion standing still,” So much she from her work appears to cease; And ev'ry warring element's at peace: All the wild herds are in the coverts couch'd ; The fishes to their banks or ouze repair’d, And to the murmurs of the waters sleep; The feeling air's at rest, and feels no noise, Except of some soft breeze among the trees, Rocking the harmless birds that rest upon 'em. 'Tis now, that, guided by my love, I go To take possession of my Monimia's arms. Sure Polydore's by this time gone to bed. At midnight thus the us’rer steals untrack'd, To make a visit to his hoarded gold, And feasts his eyes upon the shining mammon. [Knocks. She hears me not; sure she already sleeps, Her wishes could not brook so long delay, And her poor heart has beat itself to rest. 560
[Knochs again. “ Monimia! my angel-hah-not yet“ How long's the shortest moment of delay, “ To a heart impatient of its pangs like mine, “ In sight of ease, and panting to the goal.”
[Knocks again, Once more
Maid. [At the window.] Who's there? That comes thus rudely to disturb our rest?
Cast. 'Tis 1.
Maid. Who are you? What's your name?
Cast. Ha! have a care; what can this mean?
Maid. Whoe'er you are, ye may repent this outrage. My lady must not be disturbed. Good night.
Cast. She must; tell her she shall. Go, I'm in haste, And bring her tidings from the state of love; They're all in consultation met together, 580 How to reward my truth, and crown her vows.
Maid. Sure the man's mad!
Cast. Or this will make me so.
Maid. My lady's answer is, you may depart.
Cast. And farewel all that's just in woinen!
This is contriv'd; a studied trick, to abuse
600 « Sure now she's bound me fast, and means to lord it, “ To rein me hard, and ride me at her will, " 'Till by degrees she shape me into fool, “ For a!l her future uses. Death and torment!" 'Tis impudence to think my soul will bear it. « Oh, I could grow ev'n wild, and tear my hair 1" 'Tis well, Monimia, that thy empire's short; Let but to-morrow, but to-morrow come, And try if all thy arts appease my wrong; 'Till when, be this detested place my bed. [Lies down. Where I will ruminate on woman's ills; Laugh at myself, and curse th' inconstant sex : Faithless Monimia! Oh, Monimia!
Cast. Who's there?
690 “ And leave this place; for I would be alone."
Ern. Castalio! my lord, why in this posture, Stretch'd on the ground? Your honest, true old servant, Your poor Ernesto, cannot see you thus. Rise, I beseech you.
Cast. If thou art Ernesto,
As by thy honesty thou seem'st to be,
Ern. I can't leave you,
Ern. I hate the sex.
Cast. Then I'm thy friend, Ernesto. [Rises. I'd leave the world for him that hates a woman. 641 Woman, the fountain of all human frailty ! What mighty ills have not been done by woman? Who was't betray'd the capitol? A woman. Who lost Mark Anthony the world? A woman. Who was the cause of a long ten years war, And laid at last old Troy in ashes > Woman! Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman!! Woman, to man first as a blessing giv'n ; When innocence and love were in their prime, Happy a while in Paradise they lay, But quickly woman long'd to go astray ; Some foolish, new adventure needs must prove, And the first devil she saw, she chang'd her love; To his temptations lewdly she inclin'd Her soul, and for an apple damn'd mankind. [Exeunt.