Cha. My Lord, I stand in need of your assistance Your bounty shewn to what I hold most dear, 1 Acast. Pr'ythee no more of that, it grates my nature. Cha. When our dear parents dy'd, they dy'd together, One fate surpris'd 'em, and one grave receiv'd 'em; My father, with his dying breath, bequeath'd Her to my love. My mother, as she lay Languishing by him, call'd me to her side, Took me in her fainting arms, wept, and embrac'd me: Perhaps kind Heav'n may raise some friend. Then sighed, Kiss'd me again; so bless'd us, and expir'd. Pardon my grief. Acast. It speaks an honest nature. 180 Cha. The friend Heav'n rais'd was you; you took her up An infant, to the desert world expos'd, Cha. Far be it from my fears. Acast. Then why this argument? Cha. My lord, my nature's jealous, and you'll bearit. Acast. Go on. Cha. Great spirits bear misfortunes hardly. Good offices claim gratitude; and pride, Where pow'r is wanting, will usurp a little, And make us, rather than be thought behind-hand, Pay over-price. Acast. I cannot guess your drift; Distrust you me? Cha. No, but I fear her weakness May make her pay her debt at any rate; 200 And, to deal freely with your lordship's goodness, I've heard a story lately much disturbs me. Acast. Then first charge her; and if th' offence be found Within my reach, though it should touch my nature, Of thy brave father, whom my heart rejoic'd in, Cha. I thank you from my soul. Mon. Alas! my brother! What have I done? and why do you abuse me? Ꭰ [Exit. Cha. Pr'ythee, why dost thou talk so? My heart's so tender, should you charge me rough, And search through all the secrets of my soul. Cha. Fear nothing, I will shew myself a brother, A tender, honest, and a loving brother. You've not forgot our father? Mon. I shall never. 220 Cha. Then you'll remember too, he was a man That liv'd up to the standard of his honour, And priz'd that jewel more than mines of wealth. He'd not have done a shameful thing but once, Though kept in darkness from the world, and hidden, He could not have forgiven it to himself. This was the only portion that he left us ; And I more glory in't, than if possest Of all that ever fortune threw on fools. 'Twas a large trust, and must be managed nicely; Now, if by any chance, Monimia, You have soil'd this gem, and taken from its value, How will you account with me? Mon. I challenge envy, Malice, and all the practices of hell, To censure all the actions of my past Cha. I'll tell thee, then; three nights ago, as I Lay musing in my bed, all darkness round me, 240 A sudden damp struck to my heart, cold sweat Mon. And for this cause my virtue is suspected! Because in dreams your fancy has been ridden, Cha. Have a care! Labour not to be justify'd too fast. 260 Hear all, and then let justice hold the scale. So there was nothing of a piece about her. Her lower weeds were all o'er coarsely patch'd With diff'rent colour'd rags, black, red, white, yel. low, And seem'd to speak variety of wretchedness. I ask'd her of my way, which she inform`d me; 280 Mon. The common cheat of beggars, every day They flock about our doors, pretend to gifts Of prophecy, and telling fools their fortunes. Cha. Oh! but she told me such a tale, Monimia, As in it bore great circumstance of truth; Castalio and Polydore, my sister. Mon. Hah! Cha. What, alter'd! does your courage fail you! Now, by my father's soul, the witch was honest. Answer me, if thou hast not lost to them Thy honour at a sordid game? Mon. I will, I must, so hardly my misfortune loads me, That both have offer'd me their loves most true. Cha. And 'tis as true too, they have both undone thee. Mon. Though they both with earnest vows Have prest my heart, if e'er in thought I yielded To any but Castalio Cha. But Castalio! Mon. Still will you cross the line of my discourse. Yes, I confess that he has won my soul 301 |