_Charl._ Go see my trunks disposed of. I'll but walk A turn or two i' th' church and follow you. [_Exit_ Servant. O! here's the fatal monument of my Dead father first presented to mine eye. What's here?--"In memory of Charlemont?" Some false relation has abused belief. I am deluded. But I thank thee, Heaven. For ever let me be deluded thus. My Castabella mourning o'er my hearse? Sweet Castabella, rise. I am not dead. _Cast._ O Heaven defend me! [_Falls in a swoon._ _Charl._ I--Beshrew my rash And inconsiderate passion.--Castabella! That could not think--my Castabella!--that My sudden presence might affright her sense.-- I prithee, my affection, pardon me. [_She rises._ Reduce thy understanding to thine eye. Within this habit, which thy misinformed Conceit takes only for a shape, live both The soul and body of thy Charlemont. _Cast._ I feel a substance warm, and soft, and moist, Subject to the capacity of sense.[157] _Charl._ Which spirits are not; for their essence is Above the nature and the order of Those elements whereof our senses are Created. Touch my lip. Why turn'st thou from me? _Cast._ Grief above griefs! That which should woe relieve Wished and obtained, gives greater cause to grieve. _Charl._ Can Castabella think it cause of grief That the relation of my death prove false? _Cast._ The presence of the person we affect, Being hopeless to enjoy him, makes our grief More passionate than if we saw him not. _Charl._ Why not enjoy? Has absence changed thee. _Cast._ Yes. From maid to wife. _Charl._ Art married? _Cast._ O! I am. _Charl._ Married?--Had not my mother been a woman, I should protest against the chastity Of all thy sex. How can the merchant or The mariners absent whole years from wives Experienced in the satisfaction of Desire, promise themselves to find their sheets Unspotted with adultery at their Return, when you that never had the sense Of actual temptation could not stay A few short months? _Cast._ O! do but hear me speak. _Charl._ But thou wert wise, and did'st consider that A soldier might be maimed, and so perhaps Lose his ability to please thee. _Cast._ No. That weakness pleases me in him I have. _Charl._ What, married to a man unable too? O strange incontinence! Why, was thy blood Increased to such a pleurisy of lust,[158] That of necessity there must a vein Be opened, though by one that had no skill To do't? _Cast._ Sir, I beseech you hear me. _Charl._ Speak. _Cast._ Heaven knows I am unguilty of this act. _Charl._ Why? Wert thou forced to do't? _Cast._ Heaven knows I was. _Charl._ What villain did it? _Cast._ Your uncle D'Amville. And he that dispossessed my love of you Hath disinherited you of possession. _Charl._ Disinherited? wherein have I deserved To be deprived of my dear father's love?