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“ The supercilious statesman has his sneer, “ To sooth a poor man off with, that can't bribe him; “ The grave dull fellow of small business sooths “ The humourist, and will needs admire his wit. “Who, without spleen, could see a hot-brain'd atheist, “ Thanking a surly doctor for his sermon ; « Or a grave counsellor meet a smooth young lord, " Squeeze him by the hand, and praise his good com.
“ plexion ? « Pol. Courts are the places where best manners
“ flourish; “Where the deserving ought to rise, and fools “ Make shew. Why should I vex and chafe my spleen, “To see a gaudy coxcomb shine, when I “ Have seen enough to sooth him in his follies, “ And ride him to advantage as I please ?
“ dcast. Who merit, ought indeed to risei'th’world; “ But no wise man that's honest shou'd expect it. “ What man of sense would rack his generous mind, " To practise all the base formalities
41 “ And forms of business? force a grave starch'd face, “ When he's a very libertine in's heart “ Seem not to know this or that man in public, “ When privately perhaps they meet together, “ And lay the scene of some brave fellow's ruin: “ Such things are done."
Cast. Your lordship's wrongs have been
Were she a common mistress, kind to all,
60 Corruption, envy, discontent, and faction, Almost in ev'ry band. How many men Have spent their blood in their dear country's service, Yet now pine under want, whilst selfish slaves, That e'en wou'd cut their throats whom now they
Like deadly locusts, eat the honey up,
Cast. These precepts suit not with my active mind; Methinks I would be busy.
Pol. So would I,
Acast. Busy your minds then, study arts and men;
Acast Blessings on my child,
Ser. I bring you, sir, most glad and welcome news. The young Chamont, whom you've so often wish'd for, Is just arriv'd, and entering.
81 Acast. By my soul, And all my honours, he's most dearly welcome ; Let me receive him like his father's friend.
Enter CHAMONT. Welcome thou relict of the best lov'd man. Welcome from all the turmoils and the hazards Of certain danger and uncertain fortune ; Welcome as happy tidings after fears. Cha. Words wou'd but wrong the gratitude I owe
you : Shou'd I begin to speak, my soul's so full, That I should talk of nothing else all day.
Cha. Oh my sister! let me hold thee
Acast. Young soldier, you've not only study'd war, Courtship, I see, has been your practice too, And may not prove unwelcome to my daughter.
Cha. Is she your daughter, then my heart told true, And I'm at least her brother by adoption. For you have made yourself to me a father, And by that patent I have leave to love her.
Ser. Monimia, thou hast told me men are false, Will flatter, feign, and make an art of love. Is Chamont soNo, sure, he's more than man, Something that's near divine, and truth dwells in him.
Acast. Thus happy, who would envy pompous pow'r, The luxury of courts, or wealth of cities ? Let there be joy through all the house this day! In ev'ry room let plenty flow at large, It is the birth-day of my royal master. You have not visited the court, Chamont, Since your return.
Cha. I have no business there; I have not slavish temperance enough T'attend a fav’rite's heels, and watch his smiles, Bear an ill office done me to my face, And thank the lord that wrong'd me for his favour. Acast. This you could do.
[To his Sons.
Serve him i he merits more than man can do!
Cast. I'd serve him with my fortune here at home,
140 As ev'ry true-born loyal subject ought.
Acast. Let me embrace you both. Now, by the souls Of my brave ancestors, l’m truly happy, For this be ever blest my marriage-day, Blest be your
mother's memory that bore you, And doubly blest be that auspicious hour That gave ye birth. “ Yes, my aspiring boys, · Ye shall have business, when your master wants you.
You cannot serve a nobler : I have serv'd him; ! In this old body yet the marks remain "Of many wounds. I've with this tongue proclaim'd
His right, e'en in the face of rank rebellion ; "And when a foul-mouth'd traitor once profan'd · His sacred name, with my good sabre drawn, · E'en at the head of all his giddy rout, 'I rush'd, and clove the rebel to the chine."
Enter Servant. Ser. My Lord th’expected guests are just arriv'd. Acast. Go
and give 'em welcome and reception. [Exeunt Castalio, Polydore, Serina, &c.