But surely my Castalio won't forsake me, Page. Yes, to see you, madam. Castalio promis'd Polydore to bring him, And fairly try the fortune of his wishes. Mon. Am I then grown so cheap, just to be made A common stake, a prize for love in jest? Was not Castalio very loth to yield it? Page. The fault was Polydore's. Castalio play'd with love, and smiling show'd He said, no woman's smiles should buy his freedom: [Exit. Mon. Then I am ruin'd! if Castalio's false, Where is there faith and honour to be found? Ye gods, that guard the innocent, and guide The weak, protect and take me to your care. O, but I love him! There's the rock will wreck me ? Why was I made with all my sex's softness, Yet want the cunning to conceal its follies? I'll see Castalio, tax him with his falsehoods, Be a true woman, rail, protest my wrongs; Resolve to hate him, and yet love him still, Enter CASTALIO and POLYDORE. He comes, the conqueror comes: lie still, my heart, And learn to bear thy injuries with scorn. Cast. Madam, my brother begs he may have leave, To tell you something that concerns you nearly: I leave you, as becomes me, and withdraw. Mon. My Lord Castalio! Cast. Madam ? Mon. Have you purpos'd To abuse me palpably? What means this usage? Cast. He best can tell you. Business of importance Calls me away: I must attend my father. Mon. Will you then leave me thus ? Cast. But for a moment. Mon. It has been otherwise: the time has been, When business might have stay'd, and I been heard. Cast. I could for ever hear thee; but this time Matters of such odd circumstances press me, That I must go [Exit. Pol. If to desire you more than misers wealth, Mon. Talk not of love, my lord, I must not hear it. But when a heav'n-born maid, like you, appear'd, Mon. The first created pair indeed were bless'd; Pol. Oh! I could talk to thee for ever; Thus Eternally admiring, fix, and gaze On those dear eyes; for every glance they send There always was a friendship 'twixt our families; Pol. 'Twas Heav'n ordain'd it so, to make me happy. Hence with this peevish virtue, 'tis a cheat; Come, these soft, tender limbs were made for yielding. Mon. Here on my knees, by Heav'n's blest pow'r I swear, [Kneels. If you persist, I ne'er henceforth will see you, But rather wander through the world a beggar, And live on sordid scraps at proud men's doors; For though to fortune lost, I'll still inherit My mother's virtues, and my father's honour. Pol. Intolerable vanity! your sex Was never in the right! y'are always false, Or silly; ev'n your dresses are not more Fantastic than your appetites; you think Of nothing twice; opinion you have none. To-day y'are nice, to-morrow not so free; Now smile, then frown; now sorrowful, then glad ; Now pleas'd, now not: and all, you know not why! Virtue you affect, inconstancy's your practice; And when your loose desires once get dominion, No hungry churl feeds coarser at a feast; Ev'ry rank fool goes down Mon. Indeed, my lord, I own my sex's follies; I have 'em all; As most fantastic woman's wish could reach, I'd rather run a savage in the woods, Amongst brute beasts, grow wrinkled and deform'd, From the destroying wiles of faithless men.— [Exit. Wait on, and watch her loose, unguarded hours ; Beat down her guard of honour all before me, Then, by long absence, liberty regain, ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I. A Saloon. Enter ACASTO, CASTALIO, POLYDORE, and Acast. To-day has been a day of glorious sport: prey! Till, brandishing my well pois'd javelin high, I struck The ugly brindled monster to the heart. Cast. The actions of your life were always wondrous. Acast. No flattery, boy! an honest man can't live by't; It is a little sneaking art, which knaves Her worth would cease, and half the world grow idle. |