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Monimia, my sister, born as high
Acast. You shall have justice.
Cha. Nay, I will have justice.
Acast. I will,
Mon. My lord.
Is framing mischiefs too, for ought I know,
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
Pol. Happy, Monimia, he to whom these sighs,
Have you swore constancy to my undoing?
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
Mon. Hah-have a care
Mon. I fear you're on a rock will wreck your quiet,
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?