_Acast._ This might seem strange; but you, I've found, will hide Your heart from me; you dare not trust your father. _Cast._ No more Monimia! _Acast._ Is she not your wife? _Cast._ So much the worse: who loves to hear of wife? When you would give all worldly plagues a name Worse than they have already, call them wife: But a new-married wife's a teeming mischief, Full of herself: why, what a deal of horror Has that poor wretch to come, that wedded yesterday! _Acast._ Castalio, you must go along with me, And see Monimia. _Cast._ Sure, my lord but mocks me: Go see Monimia! Pray, my lord, excuse me; And leave the conduct of this part of life To my own choice. _Acast._ I say, no more dispute: Complaints are made to me, that you have wronged her. _Cast._ Who has complained? _Acast._ Her brother to my face proclaimed her wronged, And in such terms they've warmed me. _Cast._ What terms? Her brother! Heaven! where learnt he that? What, does she send her hero with defiance? He durst not sure affront you? _Acast._ No, not much. But-- _Cast._ Speak, what said he? _Acast._ That thou wert a villain: Methinks I would not have thee thought a villain. _Cast._ Shame on the ill-mannered brute! Your age secured him; He durst not else have said so. _Acast._ By my sword, I would not see thee wronged, and bear it vilely; Though I have passed my word she shall have justice. _Cast._ Justice! to give her justice would undo her: Think you this solitude I now have chosen, Left joys just opening to my sense, sought here A place to curse my fate in, measured out My grave at length, wished to have grown one piece With this cold clay, and all without a cause? _Enter_ CHAMONT. _Cham._ Where is the hero, famous and renowned For wronging innocence, and breaking vows; Whose mighty spirit, and whose stubborn heart, No woman can appease, nor man provoke? _Acast._ I guess, Chamont, you come to seek Castalio. _Cham._ I come to seek the husband of Monimia. _Cast._ The slave is here. _Cham._ I thought ere now to have found you Atoning for the ills you've done Chamont; For you have wronged 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. _Cast._ Then you're Chamont? _Cham._ Yes, and I hope no stranger To great Castalio. _Cast._ 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._