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By gen'rous love, and honourable vows,
Cha. Art thou then spotless? Hast thou still preserv'd
pray'rs! Or more, to make me wretched, may you know it!
Cha. Oh, then, Monimia, art thou dearer to me
Mon. I will.
320 When merit begs; then shalt thou see how soon His heart will cool, and all his pains grow easy. [Exit.
Mon. Yes, I will try him; torture him severely; For, oh, Castalio! thou too much hast wrong'd me, In leaving me to Polydore's ill usage. He comes; and for once, oh, love, stand neuter, Whilst a hard part's perform'd! for I must ’tempt Wound his soft nature, though my heart aches for't.
Enter CASTALIO. Cast. Monimia, Monimia !. And seem'd to part with anger in her eyes ; I am a fool, and she has found my weakness; She uses me already like a slave Fast bound in chains, to be chastis’d at will. 'Twas not well done to trifle with my brother; I might have trusted him with all the secret, Open'd my silly heart, and shewn it bare.But then he loves her too; but not like me: I am a doating honest slave, design'd For bondage, marriage bonds, which I have sworn To wear. It is the only thing I e'er
340 Hid from his knowledge ; and he'll sure forgive The first transgression of a wretched friend, Betray'd to love, and all its little follies, [Exit.
Enter POLYDore and Page at the Door. Pol. Here place yourself, and watch my brother
thoroughly. If he should chance to meet Monimia, make Just observation on each word and action; Pașs not one circumstance without remark: Şir, 'tis your office; do't, and bring me word. [Exit Pole
Enter MONIMIA and CASTALIO,
When thou art from me, every place is desert,
Mon. Oh, the bewitching tongues of faithless men!
361 Cast. What means my love? Oh, how have I deserv'd This language from the sov’reign of my joys? Stop, stop those tears, Monimia, for they fall, Like baneful dew from a distempered sky; I feel 'em chill me to my very heart.
Mon. Oh, you are false, Castalio, most forsworn! Attempt no farther to delude my faith; My heart is fixt, and you shall shak't no more.
Cast. Who told you so? What ill-bred villain durst Profane the sacred business of my love?
Mon. Your brother, knowing on what terms I'm here, The unhappy object of your father's charity, Licentiously discours'd to me of love, And durst affront me with his brutal passion.
Cast. 'Tis I have been to blame, and only I; False to my brother, and unjust to thee. For, oh! he loves thee too, and this day own'd it, Tax'd me with mine, and claim'd a right above me.
Mon. And was your love so very tame, to shrink; Or rather than lose him, abandon me ?
Cast. I, knowing him precipitate and rash,
Mon. Could you then ? did you i can you own it too? 'Twas poorly done, unworthy of yourself! And I can never think you meant me fair.
Cast. Is this Monimia ? surely no; till now I ever thought her dove-like, soft, and kind. Who trusts his heart with woman's surely lost. You were made fair on purpose to undo us, While greedily we snatch th' alluring bait, And ne'er distrust the poison that it hides. Mon. When love ill-plac'd would find a means to
breakCast. It never wants pretences or excuse.
Mon. Man therefore was a lord-like creature made, Rough as the winds and as inconstant too:
400 A lofty aspect given him for command, Easily soften'd when he would betray. Like conqu’ring tyrants, you our breasts invade, While you are pleas'd to forage for a while ; But soon you find new conquests out, and leave The ravag'd province ruinate and waste. If so, Castalio, you have serv'd my heart, I find that desolation's settled there, And I shall ne'er recover peace again.
Cast. Who can hear this and bear an equal mind !
will drive me from you, I must go; But, oh, Monimia! When thou hast banish'd me, No creeping slave, though tractable and dull As artful woman for her ends would choose, Shall ever doat as I have done: for, oh! No tongue my pleasure nor my pain can tell, 'Tis heaven to have thee, and without thee hell.
Mon. Castalio, stay! we must not part. I find My rage ebbs out, and love flows in apace. These little quarrels, love must needs forgive, 420 “ They rouse up drowsy thoughts, and wake my soul,” Oh! charm me with the music of thy tongue, I'm ne'er so blest as when I hear thy vows, And listen to the language of thy heart.
Cast. Where am Il surely Paradise is round me, Sweets planted by the hand of Heav'n grow here, And ev'ry sense is full of thy perfection. To hear thee speak might calm a madman's frenzy, Till by attention he forgot his sorrows; But to behold thy eyes, th’amazing beauties, Might make himn rage again with love, as I do. “ To touch thee's heaven, but to enjoy thee. Oh !" Thou nature's whole perfection in one piece; Sure framing thee Heaven took unusual care As its own beauty it design’d thee fair ; And form’d thee by the best lov'd angel there. [Ex.