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I've search'd, as you commanded, all the house ;
friends ? 'Tis well;
Enter CASTALIO and MONIMIA.
60 Oh, may he live till time itself decay, 'Till good men wish him dead, or I offend him! Acast. Thank you, Castalio; give me both your
Cast. My lord, your chaplain.
I have divided it betwixt you both, Equally parted, as you shar'd my love ; Only to sweet Monimia I've bequeatlı'd Ten thousand crowns; a little portion for her, To wed her honourably as she's born. Be not less friends because you're brothers; “ shun “ The man that's singular, his mind's unsound, 80 “ His spleen o’erweighs his brains; but above all, “ Avoid the politic, the factious fool, “ The busy, buzzing, talking, harden'd knave, “ The quaint smooth rogue, that sins against his rea
“ Calls saucy loud suspicion, public zeal,
Men read not morals now : 'twas a custom :
Let marriage be the last mad thing you do, " For all the sins and follies of the past.
If you have children, never give them knowledge, “ 'Twill spoil their fortune ; fools are all the fashion; “ If you've religion, keep it to yourselves; “ Atheists will else make use of toleration, “ And laugh you out on't. - Never shew religion,
Except you mean to pass for knaves of conscience, “ And cheat believing fools that think ye honest."
Enter SERINA. Ser. My father 1
Acast. My heart's darling!
Ser. Let my knees Fix to the earth. Ne'er let my eyes have rest, But wake and weep, till Heaven restore my father. Acast. Rise to my arms, and thy kind pray'rs are.
answer'd. For thou’rt a wond'rous extract of all goodness, Born for my joy,, and no pain's felt when near thee. Chamont !
Acast. May'st thou be happy!
Cha. Confirm me so, and make this fair one mine;
Acast. What says Serina? Canst thou love a soldier? One born to honour, and to honour bred ? One that has learn'd to treat e'en foes with kindness : To wrong no good man's fame, nor praise himself?
Ser. Oh! name not love, for that's ally'd to joy, And joy must be a stranger to my heart,
When you're in danger. May Chamont's good fortune
Mon. Hear ye that, my Lord ?
Acast. I thank you. Daughter you must do so too.
my disorder seems all past and over, And, I, methinks, begin to feel new health.
Cast. Would you but rest, it might restore you quite. Acast. Yes, I'll to bed; old men must humour
weakness : Let me have music then, to lull and chase This melancholy thought of death away. Good-night, my friends; Heav'n guard ye all! good
night! To-morrow early we'll salute the day,
160 Find out new pleasures, and redeem lost time.
[Exeunt all but Chamont'and Chaplain. Cha. Hist, hist, Sir Gravity, a word with you. Chap. With me, sir !
Cha. If you're at leisure, sir, we'll waste an hour. 'Tis yet too soon to sleep, and ’twill be charity To lend your conversation to a stranger.
Chap. Sir, you're a soldier ?
Chap. I love a soldier.
Cha. And that's a wonder.
Chap. I have not thought it so, because my time's Spent pleasantly. My lord's not haughty nor im
perious, Nor I gravely whimsical ; he has good-nature, And I have manners. His sons too are civil to me, because I do not pretend to be wiser than they are. 180