Creep to thy bosom, pour the balm of love Into thy soul, and kiss thee to thy rest; Then praise our God, and watch thee till the morning. Jaf. Hear this, ye Heavens! and wonder how you made her: Reign, reign, ye monarchs that divide the world, Busy rebellion ne'er will let you know Like gaudy ships th' obsequious billows fall, They wait but for a storm, and then devour you; Like a poor merchant driven to unknown land, In one dear casket, and saved only that; [Exeunt. MONIMIA, an Orphan, is brought up by ACASTO, whose two Sons, CASTALIO and POLYDORE, have each bestowed their affections on "the Orphan." CASTALIO alone is beloved by MONIMIA, and a secret Marriage is contrived by the Lovers. CHAMONT, a young Soldier, Brother to MONIMIA, hears reports against his Sister's honour, and seeks an explanation from ACASTO and MONIMIA. CHAMONT, ACASTO, MONIMIA. Cham. My lord, I stand in need of your assistance, In something that concerns my peace and honour. Acas. Spoke like the son of that brave man I loved! So freely, friendly, we conversed together. Cham. I dare not doubt your friendship, nor your justice. Your bounty shown to what I hold most dear, My orphan sister, must not be forgotten! Acas. Pr'ythee no more of that, it grates my nature. Cham. When our dear parents died, they died together; One fate surprised 'em, and one grave received 'em ; My father, with his dying breath, bequeathed Her to my love; my mother, as she lay Languishing by him, called me to her side, Took me in her fainting arms, wept, and embraced me; Acas. It speaks an honest nature. Then sighed Cham. The friend Heaven raised was you; you took her up, An infant, to the desert world exposed, And proved another parent. Acas. I've not wronged her. Cham. Far be it from my fears. Acas. Then why this argument? Cham. My lord, my nature's jealous, and you'll bear it. Acas. Go on. Cham. Great spirits bear misfortunes hardly; Good offices claim gratitude; and pride, And make us (rather than be thought behindhand) Acas. 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, I've heard a story lately much disturbs me. Acas. Then first charge her; and if th' offence be found Of thy brave father, whom my heart rejoiced in, Cham. I thank you, from my soul. Mon. Alas, my brother! what have I done? Cham. Pr'ythee, why dost thou talk so? Mon. Look kindly on me then; I cannot bear And search through all the secrets of my soul. Cham. Fear nothing, I will show myself a brother. A tender, honest, and a loving brother. You've not forgot our father? Mon. I never shall. Cham. Then you'll remember too he was a man [Exit. That lived up to the standard of his honour, And prized that jewel more than mines of wealth: This was the only portion that he left us, Of all that ever fortune threw on fools. 'Twas a large trust, and must be managed nicely; Now, if by any chance, Monimia, You have soiled this gem, and taken from its value, How will you account with me? Mon. I challenge envy, Malice, and all the practices of hell, Cham. I'll tell thee, then; three nights ago, as I I found my weapon had the arras pierced, Mon. And for this cause my virtue is suspected! Cham. Have a care; Labour not to be justified too fast : Hear all, and then let justice hold the scale. I spied a wrinkled hag, with age grown double, Mon. The common cheat of beggars; every day They flock about our doors, pretend to gifts Of prophecy, and telling fools their fortunes. Cham. Oh! but she told me such a tale, Monimia, As in it bore great circumstance of truth: Castalio and Polydore, my sister. Mon. Ha! Cham. What, altered? does your courage fail you? Now, by my father's soul, the witch was honest. |