Blest be your mother's memory, that bore you; Ye shall have business, when your master wants you: Of many wounds. I've with this tongue proclaim'd I rush'd, and clove the rebel to the chine. Enter a SERVANT. Serv. My lord, th' expected guests are just arriv'd. Acast. Go you, and give 'em welcome and recep tion. [Exeunt CASTALIO and POLYDOre. Cham. My lord, I stand in need of your assistance, In something that concerns my peace and honour. Acast. Spoke like the son of that brave man I lov'd! So freely, friendly, we convers'd together. Your bounty shown to what I hold most dear, Acast. Pr'ythee no more of that, it grates my na ture. Cham. When our dear parents dy'd, they dy'd to- One fate surpris'd 'em, and one grave receiv'd 'em; Took me in her fainting arms, wept, and embrac'd me : Perhaps kind Heav'n may raise some friend. Then sigh'd, Kiss'd me again; so bless'd us, and expir'd. Acast. It speaks an honest nature. Cham. The friend, Heav'n rais'd, was you; you took her up, An infant, to the desert world expos'd, And prov'd another parent. Acast. I've not wrong'd her. Cham. Far be it from my fears. Acast. Then why this argument? Cham. My lord, my nature's jealous, and you'll bear it. Acast. Go on. Cham. Great spirits bear misfortunes hardly; And make us (rather than be thought behindhand) Acast. I cannot guess your drift; Distrust you me ? Cham. No, but I fear her, weakness May make her pay her debt at any rate : And, to deal freely with your lordship's goodness, Acast. Then first charge her; and if th' offence be found Within my reach, tho' it should touch my nature, [Exit. from my soul. Mon. Alas, my brother! What have I done? and why do you abuse me? Cham. Pr'ythee, why dost thou talk so? Mon. Look kindly on me, then; I cannot bear Severity; My heart's so tender, should you charge me rough, I should but weep, and answer you with sobbing; But use me gently, like a loving brother, And search through all the secrets of my soul. Cham. Fear nothing, I will show myself a bro- A tender, honest, and a loving brother: Cham. Then you'll remember too, he was a man That liv'd up to the standard of his honour, And priz'd that jewel more than mines of wealth : This was the only portion that he left us ; Twas a large trust, and must be manag'd nicely; You have soil'd this gem, and taken from its value, Mon. I challenge envy, Malice, and all the practices of hell, To censure all the actions of my past Cham. I'll tell thee, then; three nights ago, as I Lay musing in my bed, all darkness round me, D A sudden damp struck to my heart, cold sweat Mon. And for this cause my virtue is suspected! Cham. Have a care; Labour not to be justify'd too fast:. Hear all, and then let justice hold the scale. Mon. The common cheat of beggars; every day Cham. Oh! but she told me such a tale, Monimia, As in it bore great circumstance of truth; Castalio and Polydore, my sister. Mon. Hah! Cham. What, alter'd! does your courage fail? Now by my father's soul, the witch was honest: Answer me, if thou hast not lost to them Thy honour at a sordid game? Mon. I will; I must, so hardly my misfortune loads me, That both have offer'd me their loves most true. Cham. And 'tis as true too, they have both undone thee. Mon. Though they both with earnest vows Have press'd my heart, if e'er in thought I yielded Cham. But Castalio ! Mon. Still will you cross the line of my discourse. Yes, I confess, that he has won my soul By gen'rous love, and honourable vows, Which he this day appointed to complete, And make himself by holy marriage mine. Cham. Art thou then spotless? hast thou still preserv'd Thy virtue white, without a blot, untainted? Mon. When I'm unchaste, may Heaven reject my prayers; Or more, to make me wretched, may you know it! But let not marriage bait thee to thy ruin. |