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" Your cruelty has at length determined me, and I have resolv'd this morning to yield a perfect obe• dience to my father, and to give my hand to Alta, ' mont, in spite of my weakness for the false Lothao rio. I could almost wish I had that heart, and that • honour to bestow with it, which you have robb’d
of: Damnation to the rest
[Reads again. . But, Oh! I fear, could I retrieve 'em, I should again « be undone by the too faithless, yet too lovely Lo
thario. This is the last weakness of my pen, and (to-morrow shall be the last in which I will indulge
my eyes. Lucilla shall conduct you, if you are kind enough to let me see you ;-it shall be the last trouble you shall meet with from
• The lost Calista.'
The lost, indeed! for thou art gone as far
« Then sighing, to his ev'ry care speaks peace,
Lav. My lord ! Trust me, it joys my heart that I have found you. Enquiring wherefore
had left the company, 341 Before my brother's nuptial rites were ended, They told me you had felt some sudden illness. Where are you sick? Is it your head ? your heart? Tell me, my love, and ease my anxious thoughts, That I may take you gently in my arms, Sooth you to rest, and soften all your pains.
Hor. It were unjust-No, let me spare my friend,
Lav. What means my lord ?
Lav. Alas! you know not what you make me
suffer. Why are you pale? Why did you start and tremble? Whence is that sigh ? and wherefore are your eyes Severely rais'd to Heav'n? The sick man thus, Acknowledging the summons of his fate, Lifts
his feeble hands and eyes for mercy, And with confusion thinks upon his exit.
Hor. Oh, no! thou hast mistook my sickness quite; These paigs are of the soul. Wou'd I had met 361 Sharpest convulsions, spotted pestilence, Or any other deadly foe to life, Rather than heave beneath this load of thought! Lav. Alas! what is it? “ Wherefore turn you from
me? “ Why did you falsely call me your Lavinia, “ And swear I was Horatio's better half, “ Since now you mourn unkindly by yourself, “ And rob me of my partnership of sadness? “ Witness, ye holy pow'rs, who know my truth, “ There cannot be a chance in life so miserable, “ Nothing so very hard but I could bear it, “ Much rather than my love should treat me coldly, “ And use nie like a stranger to his heart."
Hor. Seek not to know what I would hide from all, But most from thee. I never knew a pleasure, Ought that was joyful, fortunate, or good, But straight I ran to bless thee with the tidings, And laid up all my happiness with thee: But wherefore, wherefore should I give thee pain?
Then spare me, I conjure thee; ask no further; 381
Lav. It is enough; chide not, and all is well!
Hor. Oh, never, never, never! Thou art innocent: Simplicity from ill, pure native truth, And candour of the mind, adorn thee ever; But there are such, such false ones, in the world, 'Twould fill thy gentle soul with wild amazement To hear their story told.
400 Lav. False ones, my lord !
Hor. Fatally fair they are, and in their smiles The graces, little loves, and young
desires inhabit; But all that gaze upon 'em are undone; For they are false, luxurious in their appetites, And all the Heav'n they hope for is variety : One lover to another still succeeds, Another, and another after that, And the last fool is welcome as the former; 'Till having lov'd his hour out, he gives place,
And mingles with the herd that went before him.
'em, And all the business of their lives be loving ; The nuptial band should be the pledge of
peace, And all domestic cares and quarrels cease; The world should learn to love by virtuous rules, And marriage be no more the jest of fools. [Exeunt.
AEZ II. SCENE I.
Enter CALISTA and LUCILLA.