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When you're in danger. May Chamont's good fortune
Mon. Hear ye that, my Lord ?
Acast. I thank you. Daughter you must do so too.
Cast. Would you but rest, it might restore you quite. Acast. Yes, I'll to bed; old men must humour
weakness : Let me have music then, to lull and chase This melancholy thought of death away. Good-night, my friends; Heav'n guard ye all! good
night! To-morrow early we'll salute the day,
160 Find out new pleasures, and redeem lost time.
[Exeunt all but Chamont and Chaplain. Cha. Hist, hist, Sir Gravity, a word with you. Chap. With me,
sir 1 Cha. If you're at leisure, sir, we'll waste an hour. 'Tis yet too soon to sleep, and 'twill be charity To lend your conversation to a stranger.
Chap. Sir, you're a soldier ?
Chap. I love a soldier.
Cha. And that's a wonder. Have
you had long dependence on this family? Chap. I have not thought it so, because my time's Spent pleasantly. My lord's not haughty nor im
perious, Nor I gravely whimsical ; he has good-nature, And I have manners. His sons too are civil to me, because I do not pretend to be wiser than they are. 180
I meddle with no man's business but my own;
Cha. I'm glad you are so happy.
Chap. I did, and was most sorry when we lost him.
Chap. I can be no man's foe.
Cha. Then prythee tell me, Think'st thou the lord Castalio loves my sister? “Nay, never start. Come, come, I know thy office
Opens thee all the secrets of the family. " Then if thou’rt honest, use this freedom kindly."
Chap. Love your sister!
“ Chap. Sir, I never ask'd him,
“ Cha. Nay, but thou’rt an hypocrite; is there not
“ Of all thy tribe that's honest? In your schools
• Not free enough to practice gen'rous truth, “ Though ye pretend to teach it to the world.
“ Chap. I would deserve a better thought from you. “ Cha. If thou wouldst have me not contemn thy
" office « And character, think all thy brethren knaves, “ Thy trade a cheat, and thou its worst professor, " Inform me; for I tell thee, priest, I'll know.” Chap. Either he loves her, or he much has wrong'd
her. Cha. How! wrong'd her? Have a care, for this
may lay A scene of mischief to undo us all. But tell me, wrong'd her; saidst thou ?
Chap. Ay, sir, wrong'd her. Cha. This is a secret worth a monarch's fortune : What shall I give thee for't? Thou dear physician Of sickly souls, unfold this riddle to me, and comfort mine
Chap. I would hide nothing from you willingly. “ Cha. Nay, then again thou’rt honest. Would'st
(6 thou tell me? “ Chap. Yes, if I durst. “ Cha. Why, what affrights thee?
“ Chap. You do.
“ Cha. Why, I am no fool.
" And hardly shall be mad enough to-night “ To trust you with my ruin.
“ Cha. Art thou then “ So far concern'd in't? What has been thy office ? “ Curse on that formal steady villain's face! “ Just so do all bawds look: nay, bawds, they say, “ Can pray upon occasion, talk of heav'n,
241 their goggling eye-balls, rail at vice, “ Dissemble, lie, and preach like any priest. “ Art thou a bawd ?
Chap. Sir, I'm not often us'd thus. “ Cha. Be just then.
“ Cha. So I shall be to the trust “ That's laid upon me.”
Cha. By the reverenced soul Of that great honest man, that gave me being, Tell me but what thou know'st concerns my honour, And if I e'er reveal it to thy wrong, May this good sword ne'er do me right in battle ! May I ne'er know that blessed peace of mind, That dwells in good and pious men like thee! Chap. I see your temper's mov'd, and I will trust
you. Cha. Wilt thou ? Chap. I will; but if it ever 'scape youCha. It never shall. “ Chap. Swear then.
260 “ Cha. I do, by all “ That's dear to me, by th' honour of my name, “ And by that power I serve, it never shall.”