_Cham._ You took her up a little tender flower, Just sprouted on a bank, which the next frost Had nipped; and, with a careful loving hand, Transplanted her into your own fair garden, Where the sun always shines; there long she flourished, Grew sweet to sense, and lovely to the eye; Till, at the last, a cruel spoiler came, Cropped this fair rose, and rifled all its sweetness, Then cast it, like a loathsome weed, away. _Acast._ You talk to me in parables, Chamont. You may have known that I'm no wordy man: Fine speeches are the instruments of knaves, Or fools, that use them when they want good sense; But honesty Needs no disguise nor ornament. Be plain. _Cham._ Your son-- _Acast._ I've two; and both, I hope, have honour. _Cham._ I hope so too--but-- _Acast._ Speak. _Cham._ I must inform you, Once more, Castalio-- _Acast._ Still Castalio! _Cham._ Yes. Your son Castalio has wronged Monimia. _Acast._ Ha! wronged her? _Cham._ Married her. _Acast._ I'm sorry for't. _Cham._ Why sorry? By yon blest Heaven! there's not a lord But might be proud to take her to his heart. _Acast._ I'll not deny't. _Cham._ You dare not; by the gods! You dare not; all your family, combined In one damned falsehood to out-do Castalio, Dare not deny't. _Acast._ How has Castalio wronged her? _Cham._ Ask that of him: I say, my sister's wronged; Monimia, my sister, born as high And noble as Castalio. Do her justice, Or, by the gods! I'll lay a scene of blood Shall make this dwelling horrible to nature. I'll do't. Hark you, my lord; your son Castalio, Take him to your closet, and there teach him manners. _Acast._ You shall have justice. _Cham._ Nay, I will have justice. Who'll sleep in safety that has done me wrong? My lord, I'll not disturb you to repeat The cause of this: I beg you (to preserve Your house's honour) ask it of Castalio. _Acast._ I will. _Cham._ Till then, farewell! [_Exit._ _Acast._ Farewell, proud boy! Monimia! _Mon._ My lord. _Acast._ You are my daughter. _Mon._ I am, my lord, if you'll vouchsafe to own me. _Acast._ When you'll complain to me, I'll prove a father. [_Exit._