Together, you know where. My lord, indeed it is. Cast. Psalms, child, psalms. Page. Oh, dear me! boys that go to school But pages, that are better bred, sing lampoons. Page. Oh! but you promised me, the last time I told you what colour my lady Monimia's stockings were of, and that she gartered them above Eknee, that you would give me a little horse to go a hunting upon, so you did. I'll tell you no more stories, except you keep your word with me. Cast. Well, go, you trifler, and to-morrow ask me. Page. Indeed, my lord, I can't abide to leave you. Cast. Why, wert thou instructed to attend me? Page. No, no, indeed, my lord, I was not; But I know what I know. Cast. What dost thou know? Death! what Page. Oh! I know who loves somebody. Cast. I will, my child. you Page. It is my lady Momimia, look you; but don't tell her I told you; she'll give me no more play-things then. I heard her say so, as she lay a-bed, man. Cast. Talk'd she of me, when in her bed, Cordelio? Page. Yes, and I sung her the song you made, too; and she did so sigh, and so look with her eyes; and her breasts did so lift up and down, I could have found in my heart to have beat them, for they made me ashamed. Cast. Hark! what's that noise? Surely it was a noise! hist—only fancy; All the wild herds are in the coverts couched; Once more [Knocks again. Maid. [At the window.] Who's there, Maid. Who are you? What's your name? The lord Castalio has no business here. Cast. Ha! have a care; what can this mean! Whoe'er thou art, I charge thee to Monimia fly; Tell her I'm here, and wait upon my doom. Maid. Whoe'er you are, ye may repent this And bring her tidings from the State of Love; Cast. Or this will make me so. Maid. My lady's answer is, you may depart. Cast. I'll not believe it. Maid. Well, 'tis a fine cool evening; and, I your blood. Cast. And farewell all that's just in women! This is contrived; a studied trick, to abuse My easy nature, and torment my mind. Sure now she's bound me fast, and means to lord it, To rein me hard, and ride me at her will, 'Till by degrees she shape me into fool, For all her future uses. Death and torment ! 'Tis impudence to think my soul will bear it. Oh! I could grow even wild, and tear my hair! 'Tis well, Monimia, that thy empire's short; Let but to-morrow, but to-morrow come, And try if all thy arts appease my wrongs; "Till when, be this detested place my bed, [Lies down. Where I will ruminate on women's ills, Cast. Then I'm thy friend, Ernesto. [Rises. I'd leave the world for him, that hates a woman. Woman, the fountain of all human frailty! What mighty ills have not been done by woman? Who was❜t betrayed the capitol? A woman. Who lost Marc Antony the world? A woman. Who was the cause of a long ten years war, And laid at last old Troy in ashes? Woman! Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman! Woman to man first as a blessing given, When innocence and love were in their prime; Happy a while in Paradise they lay, But quickly woman longed to go astray; Some foolish, new adventure needs must prove, And the first devil she saw, she changed her love; To his temptations lewdly she inclined Her soul, and for an apple damned mankind! [Exeunt. your affection: ACT IV. SCENE I.- A Saloon. ACASTO solus. Was then my own) I thought I heard my son Acast. Blest be the morning, that has brought In every thing, and I will search the truth out. me health; A happy rest has softened pain away, I droop and sigh, I know not why. Dark dreams, To start, and at my feet my sons appeared, But 'twas the effect of my distempered blood: And, when the health's disturbed, the mind's unruly. Enter POLYDORE. Good-morning, Polydore. Pol. Heaven keep your lordship. Acast. Have you yet seen Castalio to-day? I cannot think all has gone well to-night; Acast. You must, sure! went you early to your rest? Mon. About the wonted hour. Why this enquiry? [Aside. Acast. And went your maid to bed, too? Mon. My lord, I guess so; I've seldom known her disobey my orders. Acast. Sure, goblins then, or fairies haunt the dwelling; I'll have enquiry made through all the house, [Exit ACASTO. Mon. I'll but dispatch some orders to my woman, Enter FLORELLA. And wait upon your lordship there. I wonder though he made such haste to leave me; Maid. Why? Mon. Methinks The scene's quite altered; I am not the same; Mon. Where, Florella? where? SCENE II-A Chamber. heart; 'Tis every where: it rages like a madness; Mon. Am I not then your wife, your loved I once was so, or I've most strangely dreamed. 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 would make me; I know my charter better-I am man, Obstinate man; and will not be enslaved. Mon. You shall not fear't: indeed my nature's easy; I'll ever live your most obedient wife! Beyond your will: for that shall be my law; Cast. Nay, you shall not, madam; By yon bright heaven you shall not. All the day Mon. No more; Oh, kill me here, or tell me my offence! Cust. Away! last night, last night- Mon. O, heaven! And will you leave me thus? help, help, Florella! | Where's your new husband? Still that thought [He drags her to the door, breaks from her, and exit. Help me to hold this yet loved cruel man. Mon. Castalio! Oh! how often has he swore, Nature should change, the sun and stars grow dark, Ere he would falsify his vows to me! Make haste, confusion, then; sun, lose thy light, And stars drop dead with sorrow to the earth; my Castalio's false. For Maid. Unhappy day! disturbs you? What! only answer me with tears? Castalio! Nay, now they stream; Cruel, unkind Castalio! Is't not so? Mon. I cannot speak! grief flows so fast upon me, It choaks, and will not let me tell the cause. Cha. My Monimia, to my soul thou art dear ness. Why wilt thou not repose within my breast The anguish that torments thee? Mon. Oh! I dare not. Cha. I have no friend but thee. We must confide In one another. Two unhappy orphans, Mon. False as the wind, the waters or the Alas, we are, and when I see thee grieve, Mon. Indeed, Chamont, There's nothing in it but the fault of nature; Cha. You use me ill, Monimia; Mon. Truly, I'm not to blame. Suppose I'm fond, And grieve for what as much may please another? Should I upbraid the dearest friend on earth For the first fault? You would not so; would you? Cha. Not, if I'd cause to think it was a friend. Mon. Why do you then call this unfaithful dealing? I ne'er concealed my soul from you before: Bear with me now, and search my wounds no farther; For every probing pains me to the heart. Methinks, it is a part of me, that suffers. Mon. Oh, shouldst thou know the cause of my lamenting, Thou wouldst despise the abject, lost Monimia; I am satisfied, Chamont, that thou wouldst scorn me; No more would praise this hated beauty: but, Cha. Why wilt thou rack My soul so long, Monimia? Ease me quickly Mon. But when I have told you, will you keep your fury Within its bounds? Will you not do some rash And horrid mischief? For indeed, Chamont, You would not think how hardly I've been used From a near friend, from one, that has my soul A slave, and therefore treats it like a tyrant, Cha. I will be calm—but has Castalio wronged thee? Has he already wasted all his love? With expectation of a horrid tale. Mon. I fear he'll kill me. Mon. Indeed I do; he's strangely cruel to me; Which, if it last, I'm sure must break my heart. Cha. What has he done? Mon. Most barbarously used me. Nothing so kind as he, when in my arms! Cha. 'Tis sign there's danger in't, and must be In thousand kisses, tender sighs and joys, probed. Not to be thought again, the night was wasted; Dash thee disdainfully away? with scorn? Mon. He did! and more, I fear, will ne'er be friends, Though I still love him with unbated passion. Cha. So may this arm Mon. Nay, now, Chamont, art thou unkind as he is! Didst thou not promise me thou wouldst be calm? Keep my disgrace concealed? Why shouldst thou kill him? By all my love, this arm should do him vengeance. Acast. Sure some ill fate is towards me; in my house I only meet with oddness and disorder; And looks as full of business as a blockhead Cha. Then you met a villain. Acust. Ha! Cha. Yes, a villain. Acast. Have a care, young soldier, How thou'rt too busy with Acasto's fame. I have a sword, my arm's good old acquaintance; Villain to thee! Cha. Curse on thy scandalous age, Was ne'er thy father; nothing of him is in thee. Cha. Do. Acast. I scorn it Cha. No, I'll calmly hear the story, For I would fain know all, to see which scale Weighs most-Ha! is not that good old Acasto? What have I done? Can you forgive this folly? But I'll learn better; for you've been my father. You have been her father too [Takes MON. by the hand. Acast. Forbear the prologueAnd let me know the substance of thy tale. Cha. You took her up, a little tender flower, Just sprouted on a bank, which the next frost Had nipped; and, with a careful loving hand, Transplanted her into your own fair garden, Where the sun always shines. There long she flourished, Grew sweet to sense, and lovely to the eye; Acast. You talk to me in parables, Chamont. Your son Castalio has wronged Monimia. Acast. Ha! wronged her? Cha. Married her. Acast. I am sorry for it. By yon blest heaven, there's not a lord Cha. You dare not! By the gods you dare not ; All your family combined In one damned falsehood to outdo Castalio, Acast. How has Castalio wronged her? Monimia, my sister, born as high |