Before we part: I've drunk a healing draught For all my cares, and never more shall wrong thee. Pol. Oh, she's innocent. Cas. Tell me that story, And thou wilt make a wretch of me, indeed. Pol. Hadst thou, Castalio, us'd me like a friend, This ne'er had happen'd; hadst thou let me know Thy marriage, we had all now met in joy: But, ignorant of that, Hearing th' appointment made, enrag'd to think Thou hadst undone me in successful love, I, in the dark, went and supplied thy place; Whilst all the night, midst our triumphant joys, The trembling, tender, kind, deceiv'd Monimia, Embrac'd, caress'd, and call'd me her Castalio.[dies. Mon. Now, my Castalio, the most dear of men, Wilt thou receive pollution to thy bosom, And close the eyes of one that has betray'd you? Cas. O, I'm the unhappy wretch, whose cursed fate Has weigh'd you down into destruction with him: Why then thus kind to me! Mon. When I'm laid low i'th' grave, and quite forgotten, May'st thou be happy in a fairer bride! But none can ever love thee like Monimia. When I am dead, as presently I shall be (For the grim tyrant grasps my hand already), Speak well of me: and if thou find ill tongues Too busy with my fame, don't hear me wrong'd; 'Twill be a noble justice to the memory Of a poor wretch, once honour'd with thy love.[dies. Enter Chamont and Acasto. Cham. Gape, earth, and swallow me to quick destruction, If I forgive your house! Ye've overpower'd me now! But, hear me, heav'n!—Ah! here's a scene of death! My sister, my Monimia, breathless!——Now, Ye powers above, if ye have justice, strike! Strike bolts through me, and through the curs'd Castalio! Cas. Stand off; thou hot-brain'd, boisterous, noisy, ruffian! And leave me to my sorrows. Cham. By the love I bore her living, I will ne'er forsake her; But here remain till my heart burst with sobbing. Cas. Vanish, I charge thee! or—[draws a dagger. Cham. Thou canst not kill me! That would be a kindness, and against thy nature! Acas. What means Castalio? Sure thou wilt not pull More sorrows on thy aged father's head! Tell me, I beg you, tell me the sad cause Of all this ruin. Cas. Thou, unkind Chamont, Unjustly hast pursu'd me with thy hate, And sought the life of him that never wrong'd thee: Now, if thou wilt embrace a noble vengeance, Come join with me, and curse—— Cham. What? Acas. Have patience. Cas. Patience! preach it to the winds, To roaring seas, or raging fires! for, curs'd As I am now, 'tis this must give me patience: Thus I find, rest, and shall complain no more.[stabs himself. Chamont, to thee my birthright I bequeath:— Comfort my mourning father—heal his griefs; [Acasto faints into the arms of a Servant. For I perceive they fall with weight upon him—— And, for Monimia's sake, whom thou wilt find I never wrong'd, be kind to poor Serina——