They cry they're weary of their lazy Home,
Restless to do something that Fame may talk of.
To-day they chas'd the Boar, and near this time
Should be return'd.

PAULINO.

Oh that's a Royal Sport!

We yet may fee the old Man in a Morning,
Lufty as Health come ruddy to the Field,
And there pursue the Chace, as if he meant
To o'ertake Time, and bring back Youth again. [Exeunt.
Enter CASTALIO, POLYDORE, and Page.

CASTALIO.

Polydore! our Sport

Has been to-day much better for the Danger;
When on the Brink the foaming Boar I met;
And in his fide thought to have lodg'd my Spear,
The defperate Savage rush'd within my Force.
And bore me headlong with him down the Rock.
POLYDORE.

But then

CASTALIO.

Ay then, my Brother, my Friend Polydore,
Like Perfeus mounted on his winged Steed,
Came on, and down the dang'rous Precipice leapt
To fave Caftalio. 'Twas a God-like A&t.

POLYDORE.

But when I came, I found you Conqueror. Oh my Heart danc'd to fee your Danger past! The Heat and Fury of the Chace was cold, And I had nothing in my Mind but Joy. CASTAL IO.

So, Polydore, methinks we might in War Rush on together; thou shouldft be my Guard, And I be thine; what is't could hurt us then? Now half the Youth of Europe are in Arms, How fulfome muft it be to ftay behind,

And

And die of rank Difeafes here at Home?
POLYDORE.

No, let me purchase in my Youth Renown,
To make me lov'd and valu'd when I'm old;
I would be bufy in the World, and learn,
Not like a coarse and useless dunghil Weed,
Fixt to one Spot, and rot just as I grow.
CASTALTO.

Our Father

Has ta'en himself a Surfeit of the World,
And cries it is not fafe that we should tafte it ;
I own I have Duty very powerful in me;
And tho' I'd hazard all to raise my Name,
Yet he's fo tender, and fo good a Father,
I could not do a thing to cross his Will.
POLYDORE.

Caftalio, I have Doubts within my Heart,
Which you and only you, can fatisfy:
Will you be free and candid to your Friend?

CAST ALIO.

Have I a Thought my Polydore should not know? What can this mean?

POLYDORE.

Nay, I'll conjure you too, By all the ftrictest Bonds of faithful Friendship, To fhew your Heart as naked in this point

of

Sins to Heav'n.

CASTALIO.

I will.

POLYDORE.

And should I chance to touch it nearly, bear it With all the Suff'rance of a tender Friend.

CASTALI Q.

As calmly as the wounded Patient bears The Artifts, Hand, that minifters his Cure.

POLYDORE.

That's kindly faid. You know our Father's Ward,

The

The fair Monimia; is your Heart at peace ?

Is it fo guarded that you could not love her?

CASTALIO.

Suppose I should ?

POLYDORE.

Suppose you should not, Brother.
CASTALIO.

You'd fay, I must not.

POLYDORE.

That would found too roughly

"Twixt Friends and Brothers, as we two are,

Is Love a Fault?

CASTALIO.

POLYDORE.

In one of us it may be :

What if I love her?

CAST ALIO.

Then I must inform you

I lov'd her firft, and cannot quit the Claim,
But will preserve the Birth-right of my Paffion.

Not with my Polydore; though I must own
My Nature obftinate and void of Suff'rance.
Love reigns a very Tyrant in my Heart,
Attended on his Throne by all his Guards

Of

of furious Wishes, Fears and nice Sufpicions.
I could not bear a Rival in my Friendship,
I am so much in love and fond of thee.

POLYDORE.

Yet you will break this Friendship!

CASTALIO.

Not for Crowns,

POLYDORE.

But for a Toy you would, a Woman's Toy,

CASTALIO.

No, fure we're fuch Friends,

So much one Man, that our Affections too

Must be united, and the fame as we are.

Both of us cannot.

CASTALIO.

No matter

Whofe Chance it proves, but let's not quarrel for't.

POLYDORE.

You would not wed Monimia, would you?

Wed her!

CASTALIO.

No!

No! were the all Defire could wifh, as fair

As would the vaineft of her Sex be thought,

With Wealth beyond what Woman's Pride could waste, She should not cheat me of my Freedom. Marry! When I am old and weary of the World,

I may grow defperate,

And take a Wife to mortify withal.

POLYDORE.

It is an elder Brother's Duty fo

To propagate his Family and Name:

You would not have yours die and buried with you?
CASTALIO.

Mere Vanity, and filly Dotage all ;
No, let me live at large, and when I die

POLYDORE.

Who fhall poffefs th' Eftate you leave?
CASTALIO.

If he furvives me; if not, my King,

My Friend,

Who may bestow't again on some brave Man,
Whose Honefty and Services deferve one.

POLYDORE.

"Tis kindly offer'd.

CASTALIO.

By yon Heav'n, I love

My Polydore beyond all worldly Joys,

And would not shock his Quiet, to be bleft
With greater Happiness than Man e'er tasted.

POLYDORE

And by that. Heav'n eternally I swear, To keep the kind Caftalio in my Heart. Whose shall Monimia be?

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CASTALIO.

No matter whose.

POLYDORE.

Were you not with her privately last Night?

CAS