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Monimia, my sister, born as high
And noble as Castalio Do her justice,
Or, by the gods, I'll lay a scene of blood
Shall make this dwelling horrible to nature.
I'll do't. Hark you, my lord, your son Castalio,
Take him to your closet, and there teach him manners.

Acast. You shall have justice.

Cha. Nay, I will have justice.
Who'll sleep in safety that has done me wrong?
My lord, I'll not disturb you to repeat
The cause of this; I beg you (to preserve
Your house's honour) ask it of Castalio.

Acast. I will,
Cha. 'Till then, farewel-

[.Exit.
Acast. Farewel, proud boy.
Monimia !

Mon. My lord.
Acast. You are my daughter.
Mon. I am, my lord, if you'll vouchsafe to own me.
Acast. When you'll complain to me, I'll prove a fa-
ther.

Exit.
Mon. Now I'm undone for ever. Who on earth
Is there so wretched as Monimia?
First by Castalio cruelly forsaken;
I've lost Acasto now: his parting frowns
May well instruct me, rage is in his heart :
" I shall be next abandon'd to my fortune,
« Thrust out a naked wand'rer to the world,
" And branded for the mischievous Monimia!
« What will become of me?" My cruel brother

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Is framing mischiefs too, for ought I know,
That may produce bloodshed and horrid murder.
I would not be the cause of one man's death
To reign the empress of the earth; nay, more,
I'd rather lose for ever my Castalio,
My dear unkind Castalio!

Enter POLYDORE.

Pol. Monimia weeping ! “ So morning dews on new.blown roses lodge, “ By the sun's am'rous heat to be exhal'd.” I come, my love, to kiss all sorrow from thee, What mean these sighs? And why thus beats thy

heart?
Mon. Let me alone to sorrow. 'Tis a cause
None e'er shall know : but it shall with me die.

Pol. Happy, Monimia, he to whom these sighs,
These tears, and all these languishings, are paid !
I am no stranger to your dearest secret :
I know your heart was never meant for me,
That jewel's for an elder brother's price.
Mon. My Lord!

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Pol. Nay, wonder not; last night I heard
His oaths, your vows, and to my torment saw
Your wild embraces; heard the appointment made,
I did, Monimia, and I curs’d the sound.
Wilt thou be sworn, my love? wilt thou be ne'er
Unkind again?
Mon. Banish such fruitless hopes!

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Have you swore constancy to my undoing?
Will you be ne'er my friend again?

Pol. What means my love ?

Mon. Away; what meant my lord Last night?

Pol. Is that a question now to be demanded? I hope Monimia was not much displeas’d.

Mon. Was it well done to treat me like a prostitute? T'assault my lodging at the dead of night, And threaten me if I deny'd admittanceYou said you were Castalio

Pol. By those eyes
It was the same: I spent my time much better; 440
I tell thee, ill-natur'd fair-one, I was posted
To more advantage, on a pleasant hill
Of springing joy, and everlasting sweetness.

Mon. Hah-have a care
Pol. Where is the danger near me?

Mon. I fear you're on a rock will wreck your quiet,
And drown your soul in wretchedness for ever;
A thousand horrid thoughts crowd on my memory.
Will

you be kind, and answer me one question? Pol. I'll trust thee with my life; on those soft breasts Breathe out the choicest secrets of my heart, Till I had nothing in it left but love.

Mon. Nay, I'll conjure you by the gods and angels, By th' honour of your name, that's most concern'd, To tell me, Polydore, and tell me truly, Where did you rest last night?

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Trondon.Printed for JBell British Library. Strand, 27 Mar1791.

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