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I cannot think all has gone well to-night;
Enter MONIMIA. Already up, Monimia! you rose Thus early, sure, to outshine the day: Or was there any thing that cross'd your rest? They were naughty thoughts that would not let you
sleep. Mon. Whatever are my thoughts, my lord, I've
learnt By your example to correct their ills, And morn and evening give up the account.
Acast. Your pardon, sweet one, I upbraid you not; Or if I would, you are so good, I could not. “ Though I'm deceived, or you're more fair to-day; “ For beauty's heightened in your cheeks, and all 40 “ Your charms seem up, and ready in your eyes.
« Mon. The little share I have's so very mean “ That it may easily admit addition; “ Though you, my lord, should most of all beware « To give it too much praise, and make me proud. “ Acast. Proud of an old man's praises; no,
Monimia! “ But if my prayers can work thee any good,
i Thou shalt not want the largest share of 'em.”
Mon. Noise! my good lord !
[ Aside. Acast. And went your maid to bed, too!
Mon. My Lord, I guess so;
[Exit Acasto. Mon. I'll but dispatch some orders to my woman,
Maid. Madam, he's coming.
Mon. Where, Florella? where?
[Exit Mon. and Maid.
A Chamber. Enter CASTALIO.
plains And distant mountains, where they feed their flocks, The happy shepherds leave their homely huts, And with their pipes proclaim the new-born day. “ The lusty swain comes with his well-fill'd scrip « Of healthful viands, which, when hunger calls, " With much content and appetite he eats, “ To follow in the fields his daily toil, " And dress the grateful glebe, that yields him fruits,
" The beasts that under the warm hedges slept, " And weather'd out the cold bleak night, are up, “ And looking tow'rds the neighb'ring pastures, raise " Their voice, and bid their fellow brutes good
morrow;" The cheerful birds too, on the tops of trees, Assemble all in choirs, and with their notes Salute and welcome up the rising sun. There's no condition sure so curs’d as mine, I'm marry'd! 'Sdeath! I'm sped. How like a dog Look'd Hercules, thus to a distaff chain'd! Monimia! Oh, Monimia !
Enter MONIMIA and MAID.
[Looking languishingly on him. Cast. I am Well satisfy'd, that thou art Oh
Mon. What? speak:
Cast. 'Tis here; 'tis in my head; 'tis in my heart; 'Tis every where : it rages
like a madness; And I most wonder how my reason holds. “ Nay, wonder not, Monimia: the slave “ You thought you had securd within my breast,
“ Is grown a rebel, and has broke his chain, “ And now he walks there like a lord at large. « Mon. Am I not then your wife, your lov’d
Monimia? “I once was so, or I've most strangely dream’d. " What ails
love? “ Cast. Whate'er thy dreams have been,
Thy waking thoughts ne'er meant Castalio well.” No more, Monimia, of your sex's arts, They're useless all. I'm not that pliant tool, That necessary utensil you'd make me; I know my charter better
I am man, Obstinate man; and will not be enslav’d.
Mon. You shall not fear't: indeed my nature's easy; I'll ever live your most obedient wife ! Nor ever any privilege pretend Beyond your will : for that shall be my law : Indeed I will not.
Cast. Nay, you shall not, madam;
Mon. No more;