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Cast. Speak, what said he ?
Acast. That thou wert a villain;
Cast. Shame on th’ill-manner'd brute !
Acast. By my sword, I would not see thee wrong'd, and bear it vilely : Though I have pass'd my word she shall have justice. 80
Cast. Justice! to give her justice would undo her. Think you this solitude I now have chosen, Left joys, just op'ning to my sense, sought here A place to curse my fate in, measur'd out My grave at length, wish'd to have grown one piece With this cold clay, and all without a cause ?
Acast. I guess, Chamont, you come to seek Castalio.
Cha. I thought e'er now to've found you
Cast, Then you are Chamont?
Cha. Yes, and I hope no stranger To great Castalio.
Cast. I've heard of such a man
Draws. Acast. By this good sword, who first presumes to
violence, Makes me his foe
[Draws and interposés. “ Young man, it once was thought [To Cast. “ I was fit guardian of my house's honour; “ And you might trust your share with me -For "you,
[To Cha. “ Young soldier, I must tell you, you have wrong'd me. “ I promis'd you to do Monimia right, “ And thought my word a pledge, I would not forfeit: ** But you, I find, would fright us to performance."
Cast. Sir, in my younger years, with care you taught
That brave revenge was due to injur'd honour;
should make me jealous of your love.
Cast. I am a villain, if I will not seek thee,
Cha. She wrong'd thee! by the fury in my heart, Thy father's honour's not above Monimia's; Nor was thy mother's truth and virtue fairer.
Acast. Boy, don't disturb the ashes of the dead
Cha. Has not been wrong’d.
Cha. No, nor shall
Cast. Hahl set me free.
Cast. Now, where art thou fled
Cha. Come from thine, and see what safeguard Shall then betray my fears.
Ser. Cruel Castalio, Sheath up thy angry sword, and don't affright me. Chamont, let once Serina calm thy breast : If any of my friends have done thee injuries, I'll be reveng'd, and love thee better for't.
Cast. Sir, if you'd have me think you did not take
This opportunity to shew your vanity,
Cha. Till then, I am Castalio's friend.
160 Farewel, I wish much happiness attend you.
Ser. Chamont's the dearest thing I have on earth; Give me Chamont, and let the world forsake me.
Cha. Witness the gods, how happy I'm in thee! “ No beauteous blossom of the fragrant spring “ Though the fair child of nature newly born, “ Can be so lovely.” Angry, unkind Castalio, Suppose I should a while lay by my passions, And be a beggar in Monimia's cause, Might I be heard ? Cast. Sir, 'twas
last request, You would, though I find you will not be satisfy'd; So, in a word, Monimia is
my scorn; She basely sent you here to try my fears; That was your business; «« No artful prostitute, in falsehoods practis'd, “ To make advantage of her coxcomb's follies, « Could have done more." -Disquiet vex her for‘t. Cha. Farewel.
[Exit Cha. and Ser, Cast. Farewel-My father, you seem troubled. 180 Acast. Would I'd been absent when this boisterous
brave Came to disturb thee thus. I'm griev'd I hinder'd Thy just resentment -But Monimia
Cast. Damn her.
Acast. Don't curse her.
Acast. Methinks, as if I guess, the fault's but small, It might be pardon'd.
Acast. For my sake,
Cast. Why will you urge a thing my nature starts at?
Cast. Lightnings first shall blast me. I tell you, were she prostrate at my feet, Full of her sex's best dissembled sorrows, And all that wond'rous beauty of her own, My heart might break, but it should never soften.
Enter FLORELLA. Flor. My lord, where are you? “ Oh, Castalio! “ Acast. Hark. “ Cast. What's that?"