A thousand more, why need you talk to me? Oh! I could talk to thee for ever: Thus Eternally admiring, fix and gaze On those dear Eyes, for every Glance they fend How can you labour thus for my Undoing? There always was a Friendship 'twixt our Families; POLYDORE. "Twas Heav'n ordain'd it so, to make me happy. Hence with this peevish Virtue, 'tis a Cheat, And those who taught it first were Hypocrites. Come, these soft tender Limbs were made for yielding. ΜΟΝΙΜΙΑ. Here, on my Knees, by Heav'n's bleft Pow'r I fwear, [Kneels. If you perfift, I ne'er henceforth will fee you, Intolerable Vanity! your Sex Was never in the right! y'are always false, 3 Virtue Virtue you affect, Inconftancy's your Practice, MONIMI A. Indeed, my Lord, I own my Sexes Follies; have 'em all, Amongst brute Beafts, grow wrinkled and deform'd, From the deftroying Wiles of faithlefs Men. [Exit. Who'd be that fordid foolish thing call'd Man, Then when her roving Thoughts have been abroad, Beat down her Guard of Honour all before me, [Ex. Pol. and Page. VOL. III. B ACT ACT II. SCENE I. Enter ACASTO, CASTALIO, POLYDORE, Attendants. ACASTO. O-day has been a Day of glorious Spor Той When you, Caftalio, and your Brother left me, Till brandishing my well-pois'd Javelin high, CAST ALIO. The Actions of your Life were always wond'rous. No Flatt'ry, Boy! an honeft Man can't live by't, Ufe to cajole and soften Fools withal; If thou haft Flatt'ry in thy Nature, out with't, Why there ? POLYDORE. ACASTO. "Tis, next to Money, current there; To be feen daily in as many Forms то To smooth a poor Man off with, that can't bribe him ; Or a grave Counsellor meet a smooth young Lord, Courts are the places where beft Manners flourish; Make show. Why should I vex and chase my Spleen, ACASTO. Who merit, ought indeed to rife i'th' World, And Forms of Bufinefs, force a grave ftarch'd Face, Seem not to know this or that Man in public, And lay the Scene of fome brave Fellow's Ruin. CASTALIO. Your Lordship's Wrongs have been So great, that you with Juftice may complain; But fuffer us, whofe younger Minds ne'er felt Fortune's Deceits, to court her as fhe's fair: Were she a common Mistress, kind to all, Her Worth would ceafe, and half the World grow idle. ACAST O. Go to, you're Fools, and know me not; I've learnt Long fince to bear Revenge, or fcorn my Wrongs, According to the Value of the Doer. You both would fain be great, and to that end Defire to do things worthy your Ambition. Have spent their Blood in their dear Country's Service, That ev'n would cut their Throats, whom now they fawn on, Which those industrious Bees fo hardly toil'd for? These Precepts fuit not with my active Mind, POLYDORE. So would I, Not loiter out my Life at Home, and know ACAST O. Bufy your Minds then, ftudy Arts and Men: SERINA. My Lord, my Father! ACASTO. Bleffings on my Child, My little Cherub, what hast thou to ask me? SERINA. I bring you, Sir, most glad and welcome News : The Young Chamont, whom you've fo often wifh'd for, Is juft arriv'd and entring. ACASTO. By my Soul And all my Honours, he's moft dearly welcome; Enter |