_Acast._ By this good sword, who first presumes to violence Makes me his foe! [_Draws, and interposes._ Young man, it once was thought [_To_ CASTALIO. I was fit guardian of my house's honour, And you might trust your share with me.--For you, [_To_ CHAMONT. Young soldier, I must tell you, you have wronged me: I promised you to do Monimia right; And thought my word a pledge I would not forfeit: But you, I find, would fright us to performance. _Cast._ Sir, in my younger years with care you taught me That brave revenge was due to injured honour; Oppose not then the justice of my sword, Lest you should make me jealous of your love. _Cham._ Into thy father's arms thou fliest for safety, Because thou know'st the place is sanctified With the remembrance of an ancient friendship. _Cast._ I am a villain if I will not seek thee, Till I may be revenged for all the wrongs Done me by that ungrateful fair thou plead'st for. _Cham._ She wronged thee! by the fury in my heart, Thy father's honour's not above Monimia's! Nor was thy mother's truth and virtue fairer. _Acast._ Boy, don't disturb the ashes of the dead With thy capricious follies: the remembrance Of the loved creature that once filled these arms-- _Cham._ Has not been wronged. _Cast._ It shall not. _Cham._ No, nor shall Monimia, though a helpless orphan, destitute Of friends and fortune, though the unhappy sister Of poor Chamont, whose sword is all his portion, Be oppressed by thee, thou proud, imperious traitor! _Cast._ Ha! set me free. _Cham._ Come both! _Enter_ SERINA. _Ser._ Alas! alas! The cause of these disorders, my Chamont? Who is't has wronged thee? _Cast._ Now where art thou fled For shelter? _Cham._ Come from thine, and see what safeguard Shall then betray my fears. _Ser._ Cruel Castalio, Sheathe up thy angry sword, and don't affright me. Chamont, let once Serina calm thy breast; If any of my friends have done thee injuries, I'll be revenged, and love thee better for it. _Cast._ Sir, if you'd have me think you did not take This opportunity to show your vanity, Let's meet some other time, when by ourselves We fairly may dispute our wrongs together. _Cham._ Till then, I am Castalio's friend. _Cast._ Serina, Farewell; I wish much happiness attend you. _Ser._ Chamont's the dearest thing I have on earth; Give me Chamont, and let the world forsake me! _Cham._ Witness the gods, how happy I'm in thee! No beauteous blossom of the fragrant spring, Though the fair child of nature newly born, Can be so lovely.--Angry, unkind Castalio, Suppose I should awhile lay by my passions, And be a beggar in Monimia's cause, Might it be heard?