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Cut in the living rock, by Nature's hands, Last, let me swear you all to secresy;
And, to conceal my shame, conceal my life. Who there, secure in separated cells,
Dor. Ant. Mor. We swear to keep it secret. Sacred ev'n to the Moors, enjoy devotion; Aim. Now I would speak the last farewell, I And, from the purling streams and savage fruits,
cannot. Have wholesome bev'rage, and unbloody feasts. It would be still farewell, a thousand times, Seb. 'Tis penance too voluptuous for my And, multiply'd in echos, still farewell. crime.
I will not speak, but think a thousand thousand. Dor. Your subjects, conscious of your life, are And be thou silent tou, my last Sebastian; few,
So let us part in the dumb pomp of grief. But all desirous to partake your exile,
My heart's too great, or I would die this moment: And to do office to your sacred person;
But death, I thank bim, in an hour, has made The rest, who think you dead, shall be dismiss'd, A mighty journey, and I haste to meet him. Under safe convoy, till they reach your fleet.
[She staggers, and her women hold ker zi. Alm. But how am wretched I to be dispos’d? Seb. Help to support this feeble, drooping A vain enquiry, since I leave my lord ;
flower; For all the world beside is banishment !
This tender sweet, so shaken by the storm; Dor. I have a sister, abbess in Terceras, For these fond arms must thus be stretch'd in Who lost her lover on her bridal day.
vain, Alm. There fate provided me a fellow-turtle, And never, never must embrace her more. To mingle sighs with sighs, and tears with tears.
-my soul goes in that word ;Dor. Last, for myself, if I have well fulfill’d
farewell. My sad commission, let me beg the boon,
[ALVAREZ goes with SEBASTIAN to one end To share the sorrows of your last recess,
of the Stuge; women with ALMEYDA tə And mourn the common losses of our loves.
the other. Alo. And what becomes of me? must I be left, As age and time had worn me out of use?
Dorax, coming up to ANTONIO and MORAYMA, These sinews are not yet so much unstrung,
who stand on the middle of the stage. To fail me when my master should be serv'd; Dor. Haste to attend Almeyda: for your sake And when they are, then will I steal to death, Your father is forgiven: but to Antonio Silent, and unobserv’d, to save his tears. He forfeits half his wealth : be happy both.
Seb. I've heard you both: Alvarez, have thy wish; And let Sebastian's and Almeyda's fate But thine, Alonzo, thine, is too unjust.
This dreadful sentence to the world relate, I charge thee with my last commands, return, That unrepented crimes of parents dead, And bless thy Violante with thy vows.
Are justly punish'd on their children's bead. Antonio, be thou happy too in thine.
SPOKEN BETWIXT ANTONIO AND MORAYMA,
Mor. I QUAK'D at heart, for fear the royal fa- | And sinn'd till we repented of each other. shion
Mor. Beast as you are, on nature's laws to Should have seduc'd us two to separation :
trample! To be drawn in, against our own desire,
"Twere fitter that we follow'd their example; Poor 1 to be a nun, poor you a friar.
And since all marriage in repentance ends, Ant. I trembled when the old man's hand 'Tis good for us to part while we are friends. was in,
To save a maid's remorses and confusions, He would have prov'd we were too near of kin: E'en leave me now before we try conclusions. Discovering old intrigues of love, like t'other, Ant. To copy their example, first make certain Betwixt my father and thy sinful mother; Of one good hour, like theirs, before our parting; To make us sister Turk, and Christian brother. Take a debauch o'er night of love and madness, Mor. Excuse me there; that league should have And marry when we wake in sober sadness. been rather
Mor. I'll follow no new sects of your inventing, Betwixt your mother and my Mufti father ; One night might cost me nine long months re"Tis for my own and my relations' credit,
penting : Your friends should bear the bastard, mine should First wed, and if you find that life a fetter,
Die when you please, the sooner, sir, the better: Ant. Suppose us two, Almeyda and Sebastian, My wealth would get me love ere I could ask it: With incest prov'd upon us
Oh, there's a strange temptation in the casket ! Mor. Without question,
All these young sharpers would my grace imporTheir conscience was too queasy of digestion.
tune, Ant. Thou « ouldst have kept the counsel of thy And make me thund’ring votes of lives and for
THE UNHAPPY MARRIAGE.
To you, great judges in this writing age, Nay, never once lampoon'd the harmless life The sons of wit, and patrons of the stage,
Of suburb virgin, or of city wife. With all those humble thoughts, which still have Satire's the effect of poetry's disease, sway'd,
Which, sick of a lewd age, she vents for ease; His pride much doubting, trembling and afraid But now her only strife should be to please : Of what is to his want of merit due,
Since of ill fate the baneful cloud's withdrawn, And aw'd by every excellence in you,
And happiness again begins to dawn, The author sends; to beg you would be kind, Since back with joy and triumph he is come, And spare those many faults you needs must That always drove fears hence, ne'er brought 'em find.
home. You, to whom wit a common foe is grown, Oft has he plough’d the boisterous ocean o’er, The thing ye scorn and publicly disown;
Yet ne'er more welcome to the longing shore, Though now perhaps ye're here for other ends, Not when he brought home victories before; He swears to me ye ought to be his friends: For then fresh laurels flourish'd on his brow, For he ne'er called ye yet insipid tools ;
And he comes crown'd with olive branches now. Nor wrote one line to tell ye you were fools:
Receive him! Oh receive him, as his friends, But says of wit you have so large a store, Embrace the blessings which he recommends; So very much, you never will have more. Such quiet as your foes shall ne'er destroy; He ne'er with libel treated yet the town,
Then shake off fears, and clap your hands for The names of honest men bedaub'd and shown;
Page. ACASTO, a nobleman retired from the court, and Chaplain. living privately in the country.
WOMEN. POLYDORE, CHAMONT, a young soldier of fortune, brother to MONIMIA, the Orphan, left under the guardian. Monimia.
ship of old Acasto. ERNESTO.
Serina, Acasto's daughter.
FLORELLA, Monimia's woman,
SCENE,- Bohemia. .
Ern. Never was parent in an offspring hapSCENE I.
He has a daughter too, whose blooming age Enter PAULINO and ERNESTO.
Promises goodness equal to her beauty. Paul. 'Tis strange, Ernesto, this severity Paul. And as there is a friendship 'twixt the Should still reign powerful in Acasto's mind,
brethren, To hate the court, where he was bred and lived, So has her infant nature chosen too All honours heaped on him, that power could | A faithful partner of her thoughts and wishes, give.
And kind companion of her harmless pleasures. Ern. 'Ï'is true, he came hither a private gen Ern. You mean the beauteous orphan, fair tleman,
Monimia. But young and brave, and of a family
Paul. The same, the daughter of the brave Ancient and noble as the empire holds.
Chamont; The honours he has gained are justly his; He was our lord's companion in the wars; He purchased them in war: thrice has he led Where such a wondrous friendship grew between An army 'gainst the rebels, and as often
them, Returned with victory. The world has not As only death could end. Chamont's estate A truer soldier, or a better subject.
Was ruined in our late and civil discords; Paul. It was his virtue at first made me serve Therefore, unable to advance her fortune, him;
He left his daughter to our master's care; He is the best of masters as of friends :
To such a care, as she scarce lost a father, I know he has lately been invited thither,
Ern. Her brother to the emperor's wars went Yet still he keeps his stubborn purpose; cries
early, He's old, and willingly would be at rest. To seek a fortune, or a noble fate; I doubt there's deep resentment in his mind, Whence he, with honour, is expected back, For the late slight his honour suffered there. And mighty marks of that great prince's favour. Ern. Has he not reason? When, for what he Paul. Our master never would permit his sons had borne,
To launch for fortune in the uncertain world; Long, hard, and painful toil, he might have But warns them to avoid both courts and camps, claimed
Where dilatory Fortune plays the jilt Places in honour and employment high;
With the brave, noble, honest, gallant man, A huffing, shining, flattering, cringing coward, To throw herself away on fools and knaves. A canker-worm of peace, was raised above him. Ern. They both have forward, generous, acPaul. Yet still he holds just value for the king,
tive spirits. Nor ever names him but with highest reverence. 'Tis daily their petition to their father, 'Tis noble that.
To send them forth where glory's to be gotten: Ern. Oh! I have heard him wanton in his They cry, they're weary of their lazy home, praise,
Restless to do something, that fame may talk of. Speak things of him might charm the ears of To-day they chased the boar, and near this time envy.
Should be returned. Paul. Oh, may he live, till nature's self grow Paul. Oh, that's a royal sport! old,
We yet may see the old man in a morning, And from her womb no more can bless the earth! Lusty as health, come ruddy to the field, For, when he dies, farewell all honour, bounty, And there pursue the chase, as if he meant All generous encouragement of arts;
To o'ertake time, and bring back youth again. For charity herself becomes a widow.
[Ereunt. Ern. No; he has two sons, that were ordained
SCENE II.--A Garden.
Enter CASTALIO, POLYDORE, and Page. sweetness;
Cast. Polydore, our sport They came twins from the womb, and still they Has been to-day much better for the danger; live,
When, on the brink, the foaming boar I met, As if they would go twins too to the grave: And in his side thought to have lodged my Neither has any thing he calls his own,
spear, But of each other's joys, as griefs partaking; The desperate savage rushed within my force, So very honestly, so well they love,
And bore me headlong with him down the rocks As they were only for each other born..
Pol. But then
Cast. Ay, then, my brother, my friend, Poly Pol. I told you I had done: dore,
But you, Castalio, would dispute it. Like Perseus mounted on his winged steed,
Cast. No; Came on, and down the dangerous precipice Not with my Polydore ; though I must own leaped,
My nature obstinate, and void of sufferance : To save Castalio. 'Twas a godlike act ! Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart,
Pol. But, when I came, I found you conqueror. Attended on his throne by all his guards Oh, my heart danced to see your danger past! Of furious wishes, fears, and nice suspicions. The heat and fury of the chase was cold, I could not bear a rival in my friendship, And I had nothing in my mind but joy.
I am so much in love, and fond of thee. Cast. So, Polydore, methinks, we might in war Pol. Yet you would break this friendship. Rush on together : thou shouldst be my guard, Cast. Not for crowns And I be thine; what is't could hurt us then? Pol. But for a toy you would, a woman's toy; Now half the youth of Europe are in arms, Unjust Castalio! How fulsome must it be to stay behind,
Cast. Prithee, where's my fault? And die of rank diseases here at home?
Pol. You love Monimia.
Pol. And you would kill me,
Cast. No; sure we are such friends,
Pol. I doat upon Monimia,
Cast. Love her still;
Pol. Both of us cannot.
for it. Pol. Castalio, I have doubts within my heart, Pol. You would not wed Monimia, would you? Which you, and only you, can satisfy.
Cast. Wed her! Will you be free and candid to your friend? No; were she all desire could wish, as fair Cast. Have I a thought my Polydore should | As would the vainest of her sex be thought, not know?
With wealth beyond what woman's pride could What can this mean?
waste, Pol. Nay, I'll conjure you too,
She should not cheat me of my freedom. Marry! By all the strictest bonds of faithful friendship, When I am old, and weary of the world, To show your heart as naked in this point, I may grow desperate, As you would purge you of your sins to heaven. And take a wife to mortify withal. Cast. I will.
Pol. It is an elder brother's duty so Pol. And should I chance to touch it nearly, To propagate his family and name: bear it
You would not have yours die and buried with you? With all the sufferance of a tender friend.
Cast. Mere vanity, and silly dotage all. Cast. As calmly as the wounded patient bears No, let me live at large, and when I dieThe artist's hand, that ministers his cure.
Pol. Who shall possess the estate you leave ? Pol. That's kindly said.--You know our fa Cast. My friend, ther's ward,
If he survives me; if not, my king, The fair Monimia. Ís your heart at peace? Who may bestow it again on some brave man, Is it so guarded, that you could not love her ? Whose honesty and services deserve one. Cast. Suppose I should ?
Pol. 'Tis kindly offered. Pol. Suppose you should not, brother?
Cast. By yon heaven, I love Cast. You'd say I must not.
My Polydore beyond all worldly joys; Pol. That would sound too roughly
And would not shock his quiet, to be blest 'Twixt friends and brothers, as we two are. With greater happiness than man e'er tasted. Cast. Is love a fault?
Pol. And by that heaven, eternally I swear, Pol. In one of us it may be.
To keep the kind Castalio in my heart ! What if I love her?
Whose shall Monimia be? Cust. Then I must inform you
Cast. No matter whose. I loved her first, and cannot quit the claim, Pol. Were you not with her privately last But will preserve the birth-right of my passion.
night? Pol. You will ?
Cast. I was, and should have met her here Cast. I will.
again; Pol. No more, I've done.
But the opportunity shall now be thine ; Cast. Why not?
Myself will bring thee to the scene of love :
But have a care, by friendship I conjure thee, Boys must be whipped, that tell their masters's
known; But wrong not mine.
For I'll preserve the secret as 'twere mine. Pol. Heaven blast me, if I do.
Polydore cannot be so kind as I. Cast. If it prove thy fortune, Polydore, to con I'll furnish thee with all the harmless sports, quer,
With pretty toys, and thou shalt be my page. (For thou hast all the arts of soft persuasion) Page. And truly, madam, I had rather be so. Trust me, and let me know thy love's success, Methinks you love me better than my lord; That I may ever after stifle mine.
For he was never half so kind as you are. Pol. Though she be dearer to my soul than What must I do?
Mon. Inform me how thou hast heard To weary pilgrims, or to misers gold,
Castalio and his brother use my name. To great men power, or wealthy cities pride, Page. With all the tenderness of love; Rather than wrong Castalio, I'd forget her. You were the subject of their last discourse.
For if ye, powers, have happiness in store, At first I thought it would have fatal proved; When ye would shower down joys on Poly- But as the one grew hot, the other cooled, dore,
And yielded to the frailty of his friend ; In one great blessing all your bounty send, At last, after much struggling, 'twas resolved That I may never lose so dear a friend.
Mon. What, good Cordelio? (Exeunt Cast. and Pol.
Page. Not to quarrel for you.
Mon. I would not have them; by my dearest Enter MONIMIA.
But surely my Castalio wont forsake me,
Page. Yes, to seek you, madam.
Castalio promised Polydore to bring him
Mon. Am I then grown so cheap, just to be With my poor parents, and at rest as they are ?
made Instead of that I'm wandering into cares. A common stake, a prize for love in jest ? Castalio! oh, Castalio! thou hast caught Was not Castalio very loth to yield it? My foolish heart; and, like a tender child, Or was it Polydore's unruly passion, That trusts his play-thing to another hand, That heightened the debate? I fear its harm, and would fain have it back. Page. The fault was Polydore's. Come near, Cordelio. I must chide you, sir. Castalio played with love, and smiling shewed Page. Why, madam, have I done you any The pleasure, not the pangs of his desire. wrong?
He said, no woman's smiles should buy his free Mon. I never see you now; you have been
dom ; kinder,
And marriage is a mortifying thing. Sat by my bed, and sung me pretty songs : Mon. Then I am ruined ! If Castalio's false, Perhaps I've been ungrateful. Here's money for Where is there faith and honour to be found ?" you :
Ye gods, that guard the innocent, and guide Will you oblige me? Shall I see you oftener? The weak, protect, and take me to your care.
Page. Madam, I'd serve you with my soul : Oh, but I love him! There's the rock will wreck But in the morning when you call me to you,
me ! As by your bed I stand, and tell you stories, Why was I made with all my sex's softness, I am ashamed to see your swelling breasts, Yet want the cunning to conceal its follies ? It makes me blush, they are so very white. I'll see Castalio, tax him with his falsehoods, Mon. Oh, men! for flattery and deceit re Be a true woman, rail, protest my wrongs; nowned !
Resolve to hate him, and yet love him still. Thus, when ye are young, ye learn it all, like him,
Enter CASTALIO and POLYDORE. Till, as your years increase, that strengthens too, To undo poor maids, and make our ruin easy. He comes, the conqueror comes ! lie still, my Tell me, Cordelio, for thou oft hast heard
heart, Their friendly converse, and their bosom secrets; And learn to bear thy injuries with scorn. Sometimes, at least, have they not talked of me? Cust. Madam, my brother begs he may have Page. Oh, madam, very wickedly they have
To tell you something, that concerns you nearly. But I am afraid to name it; for, they say, I leave you as becomes me, and withdraw.