Castalio discovered lying on the ground; soft music. Cas. See where the deer trot after one another; No discontent they know; but in delightful Wildness and freedom, pleasant springs, fresh herbage, Calm arbours, lusty health, and innocence, Enjoy their portion:—if they see a man, How will they turn together all, and gaze Upon the monster! Once in a season, too, they taste of love: Only the beast of reason is its slave; And in that folly drudges all the year. Enter Acasto. Acas. Castalio! Castalio! Cas. Who's there So wretched but to name Castalio? Acas. I hope my message may succeed. Cas. My father! 'Tis joy to see you, though where sorrow's nourish'd. Acas. Castalio, you must go along with me, And see Monimia. Cas. Sure my lord but mocks me: Go see Monimia? Acas. I say, no more dispute. Complaints are made to me that you have wrong'd her. Cas. Who has complain'd? Acas. Her brother to my face proclaim'd her wrong'd, And in such terms they've warm'd me. Cas. What terms? Her brother! Heaven! Where learn'd he that? What, does she send her hero with defiance? He durst not sure affront you? Acas. No, not much: But—— Cas. Speak, what said he? Acas. That thou wert a villain: Methinks I would not have thee thought a villain. Cas. Shame on the ill-manner'd brute! Your age secur'd him; he durst not else have said. Acas. By my sword, I would not see thee wrong'd, and bear it vilely: Though I have pass'd my word she shall have justice. Cas. Justice! to give her justice would undo her. Think you this solitude I now have chosen, Wish'd to have grown one piece With this cold day, and all without a cause? Enter Chamont. Cham. Where is the hero, famous and renown'd For wronging innocence, and breaking vows; Whose mighty spirit, and whose stubborn heart, No woman can appease, nor man provoke? Acas. I guess, Chamont, you come to seek Castalio? Cham. I come to seek the husband of Monimia. Cas. The slave is here. Cham. I thought ere now to have found you Atoning for the ills you've done Chamont: For you have wrong'd the dearest part of him. Monimia, young lord, weeps in this heart; And all the tears thy injuries have drawn From her poor eyes, are drops of blood from hence. Cas. Then you are Chamont? Cham. Yes, and I hope no stranger To great Castalio. Cas. I've heard of such a man, That has been very busy with my honour. I own I'm much indebted to you, sir, And here return the villain back again You sent me by my father. Cham. Thus I'll thank you.[draws. Acas. By this good sword, who first presumes to violence, Makes me his foe.[draws and interposes. Cas. Sir, in my younger years with care you taught me That brave revenge was due to injur'd honour: Oppose not then the justice of my sword, Lest you should make me jealous of your love.