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52 Chap. Then this good day, when all the house was
Chap. I, by their own appointment, met them there, Receiv'd their marriage-vows, and join'd their hands.
Cha. How I marry'd !
Cha. Then my soul's at peace,
Chap. Not knowing what reception it may find
Cha. What's the cause
Enter CASTALIO and MONIMIA. Cast. Young Chamont and the Chaplain ? sure 'tis
they! No matter what's contrived, or who consulted, Since my Monimia's mine; though this sad look
Seems no good boding omen to her bliss;
Mon. Castalio, I am thinking what we've done.
300 Gentle and kind as sympathising nature! “ When a sad story has been told, I've seen
Thy little breasts, with soft compassion swell’d, “Shove up and down, and heave like dying birds ; “ But now let fear be banish'd, think no more “Of danger; for there's safety in my arms; “ Let them receive thee. Heav'n grows jealous now; “ Sure she's too good for any
mortal creature ! “ I could grow wild, and praise thee ev'n to madness." But wherefore do I dally with my bliss ? The night's far spent, and day draws on apace; To bed, my love, and wake till I come thither.
Pol. So hot, my brother ! [Polydore at the door.
Mon. 'Twill be impossible ;
Cast. Impossible ! impossible! alas !
“ Let me behold those eyes; they'll tell me truth. “ Hast thou no longing? art thou still the same 320 “ Cold, icy virgin : No; thou’rt alter'd quite : “ Haste, haste to bed, and let loose all thy wishes."
Mon. 'Tis but one night, my lord; I pray be ruld.
Cast. Try if thou'st power to stop a flowing tide, Or in a tempest make the seas be calm; And when that's done, I'll conquer my desires. No more, my blessing. What shall be the sign? When shall I come? for to my joys I'll steal, As if I ne'er had paid my freedom for them.
Mon. Just three soft strokes upon the chamber door; And at that signal you shall gain admittance : But speak not the least word; for if you shou’d, 'Tis surely heard, and all will be betray'd.
Cast. Oh! doubt it not, Monimia; our joys Shall be as silent as the ecstatic bliss Of souls, that by intelligence converse. Immortal pleasures shall our senses drown, Thought shall be lost, and ev'ry power dissolv'd. Away, my love; “ first take this kiss. Now haste.” I long for that to come, yet grudge each minute past.
[Exit Mon. My brother wand'ring too so late this way! 341
Pol. Castalio !
Cast. My Polydore, how dost thou ?
Pol. I left him happily repos’d to rest;
Cast. Doubtless, well : | A cruel beauty, with her conquest pleas’d, Is always joyful, and her mind in health.
Pol. Is she the same Monimia still she was?
Cast. She's not woman else:
Pol. Yet may relief be unexpected found,
Cast. No; she has still avoided me :
Pol. To what?
Pol. What, quit my love? As soon I'd quit my post
Pol. Then speak ’em:
Use honest dealing with a friend and brother,
you. Pol. Why not now?
Cast. It is a matter of such consequence,
Pol. When you, Castalio, cease,
Cast. It seems you've watch'd me, then ?