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Pol. Within thy arms
Pol. What means all this?
Mon. Oh, Polydore, if all
Pol. Which way can ruin reach the man that's rich,
Mon. Yesterday's sun Saw it perform’d.
Pol. And then, have I enjoy'd
Mon. As surely as we both
“ Pol. Must we be miserable then ?
Mon. Couldst thou be
Pol. It may be yet a secret ; I'll go try
“ Pol. Nay, then
“ Mon. And wilt thou be a very faithful wretch ? “ Never grow fond of cheerful peace again ? « Wilt thou with me study to be unhappy, “ And find out ways how to increase affliction?
“ Pol. We'll institute new arts unknown before, “ To vary plagues, and make 'em look like new ones.
" First, if the fruit of our detested joy
" Mon. No;
520 " Mon. To become a thing “ More wretched than its parents, to be branded “ With all our infamy, and curse its birth.”
Pol. “ That's well contriv’d.” Then thus I'll go, Full of my guilt, distracted where to roam, “ Like the first wretched pair expell’d their Paradise," I'll find some place where adders nest in winter, Loathsome and venomous : where poisons hang Like gums against the walls : where witches meet by night, and feed upon some pamper'd imp, Fat with the blood of babes: There I'll inhabit, And live up to the height of desperation ; Desire shall languish like a withering flow'r, " And no distinction of the sex be thought of." Horrors shall freight me from those pleasing harms, And I'll no more be caught with beauty's charms, “ But when I'm dying take me in thy arms.” [Exeunt.
ACT V. SCENE 1.
A Garden. CASTALIO lying on the Ground. Soft Music.
“ By cruel beauty's pride ;
“ Let nore his sorrows hide :
Singing the saddest tales of love ;
“ The happiest mortal once was 1;
“ My heart no sorrows knew, “ Pity the pain with which I die ;
" But ask net whence it grew. “ Yet if a tempting fair you find, “ That's very lovely, very kind,
Though bright as heav'n, whose stamp she bears, “ Think of my fate, and shun her snares."
See where the deer trot after one another,
Calm arbours, lusty health and innocence,
Acast. Castalio! Castalio!
Cast. Who's there
Acast. I hope my message may succeed!
Cast. My father! 'Tis joy to see you, though where sorrow's nourish’d. “ Acast. I'm come in beauty's cause ; you'll guess
66 the rest. “ Cast. A woman! If you love my peace of mind, “ Name not a woman to me; but to think “ Of woman, were enough to taint my brains “ 'Till they ferment to madness.
Oh, my father! “ Acust. What ails my boy?
“ Cast. A woman is the thing “I would forget, and blot from my remembrance.
“ Acast. Forget Monimia !
“ Cast. She, to choose : Monimial “ The very sound's ungrateful to my sense. “ Acast. This might seem strange, but you, I've
found, will hide