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Which if it last, I'm sure must break my heart. 260
Cha. What has he done?
Mon. Most barbarously us’d me.
Cha. Go on!
Cha. How !
Mon. As I hung too
Cha. How! did he
Mon. He did! and more, I fear, will ne'er be friends, Though I still love him with unabated passion. 280
Cha. What, throw thee from him!
Mon. Nay, now, Chamont, art thou unkind as he is! Didst thou not promise me thou wouldst be calm ? Keep my disgrace conceal'd? Why shouldst thou kill
him? By all my love, this arm should do him vengeance. Alas! I love him still, and though I ne'er Clasp him again within these longing arms, Yet bless him, bless him, gods! where'er he goes.
Enter ACASTO. Acast. Sure some ill fate is tow'rds me; in my
house I only meet with oddness and disorder; " Each vassal has a wild distracted face, “ And looks as full of business as a blockhead “ In times of danger.” Just this very moment 300 I met CastalioCha. Then you met a villain. Acast. Hah! Cha. Yes, a villain.
Acast. Have a care, young soldier,
Cha. Curse on thy scandalous age,
Acast. Ungrateful ruffian! sure my good old friend
But I could put thee in remembrance-
Cha. No, I'll calmly hear the story,
Acast. Why dost thou ask it?
Cha. 'Twas the rude overflowing Of too much passion. Pray, my lord, forgive me.
[Kneels. Acast. Mock me not, youth, I can revenge a wrong.
Cha. I know it well; but for this thought of mine Pity a madman's frenzy, and forget it. Acast. I will; but henceforth prythee be more kind.
[Raises him. Whence came the cause?
Cha. Indeed I've been to blame; “ But I'll learn better;" for you've been my father. You've been her father too-- [Takes Mon. by the hand.
Acast. Forbear the prologue-
Cha. You took her up, a little tender flower,
flourishid, Grew sweet to sense, and lovely to the eye, 'Till at the last a cruel spoiler came,
Cropt this fair rose, and rifled all its sweetness,.. Then cast it like a loathsome weed away.
Acast. You talk to me in parables, Chamont,
Cha. Your son
Cha. I must inform you,
Acast. Still Castalio!
360 Cha. Marry'd her. Acast. I'm sorry for't.
Cha. Why sorry?
Acast. I'll not deny't.
Acast. How has Castalio wrong’d her?
Acast. You shall have justice.
Acast. I will.
[Exit. Acast. Farewel, proud boy. Monimia ! '
Mon. My lord.
[Exit. Mon. Now I'm undone for ever. Who on earth Is there so wretched as Monimia ? First by Castalio cruelly forsaken; I've lost Acasto now: his parting frowns May well instruct me, rage is in his heart : “ I shall be next abandon’d to my fortune, « Thrust out a naked wand'rer to the world, " And branded for the mischievous Monimial 400 “ What will become of me?" My cruel brother