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This is contriv'd; a studied trick, to abuse
600 “ 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 ev'n 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 wrong ; 'Till when, be this detested place my bed. [Lies down. Where I will ruminate on woman's ills; Laugh at myself, and curse th' inconstant sex : Faithless Monimia! Oh, Monimia!
Cast. Who's there?
640 “ And leave this place; for I would be alone.”
Ern. Castalio! my lord, why in this posture, Stretch'don the ground? Your honest, true old servant, Your poor Ernesto, cannot see you thus. Rise, 1 beseech you.
Cest. If thou art Ernesto,
As by thy honesty thou seem'st to be,
Ern. I can't leave you,
affection : Do not discard me now, but let me serve you.
Cast. Thou canst not serve me.
Cast. Because my thoughts
Ern. I hate the sex.
Cast. Then I'm thy friend, Ernesto. (Rises. I'd leave the world for him that hates a woman.
641 Woman, the fountain of all human frailty ! What mighty ills have not been done by woman?. Who was’t betray'd the capitol ? A woman. Who lost Mark Anthony 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 giv'n; When innocence and love were in their prime, Happy a vhile in Paradise they lay, But quickly woman long'd to go astray; Some foolish, new adventure needs must prope, And the first devil she saw, she chang'd her love; To his temptations lewdly she inclin'd Her soul, and for an apple damn'd mankind. [Exeunt.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
Pol. Heav'n keep your Lordship.
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,
“ 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,
Castalio loses all for me ;