Mont. And thou, forsooth, To turn domestic driveller, talk of vows By priestcraft fram'd to cheat us of those joys, - And let the hungry harpies of the law Seize on her goods, and turn her forth to wander, For she is ruin'd. Mont. Her senseless prodigality to one, And revell'd in the fulness of her fortune, Know'st thou the man? Vall. Ay, as I know myself. I'm a contagious mildew, born to blast Whate'er I light on. Mont. No more moralizing : All yet may be redeem'd - Your wife as yet Knows nothing of your losses. Vall. No, nor thinks E'en with the slightest glancing of mistrust, Mont. There's my purse. Nay, take it, there's some fifty ducats in't; to-night That's won with often wooing- -come, look gay, Vall. Oh never, never, eye, All that can feed the sense and glad the Gold may redeem again: but all the slaves That yet have ransack'd the wide womb of earth, Have never lighted on that precious ore, Whose current use could buy back innocence, Vall. Indeed it should be there, for there 'twas lost. Enter ALMAR to MONTANO. Alm. Have I found thee, villain! Well may'st thou start, Where is my sister? but I have no words To waste upon thee in my sword's keen point [Exit. Lies all my argument, which if it reach Is not within the compass of thy spells. So stand and guard thyself. Mont. So hot and fiery ! Alm. Fixt as her shame my vengeance, and as deep As thy remorse should be. Mont. Speak out thy wrongs. Think'st thou because a woman would be kind, And with soft dalliance soothe my idle hours Alm. Thou dost bely her, foully thou beliest her, She came no eager wanton to your arms, But slow and tim'rous, urged by solemn vows, Which, villain-like, you since have violated, She yielded up, a pure unspotted prize, Her virgin heart. Oh! she was all that nature ever form'd To feed the ravish'd eye, and fill the soul. With wonder and delight mankind beheld her. Mont. I possess'd her, Till passion chang'd to dull satiety, And mutual jarring fill'd the void of love. I hate hypocrisy, so left the fair To range the world at large, and did the same. Alm. Left her to want and biting infamy : deluded martyr, Oh, my poor sister, my Where dost thou wander now: the wintry storm, May I survive in shame that Roman pander, Mont. If thus resolv'd, I have an arm as well resolv'd as thine, A name more terrible, and tho' thou could'st [They fight. Enter VASQUEZ, who parts them. Vasq. For shame, put up your swords, whate'er may draw them. Here, in the heart of a well governed city, Alm. You school me rightly, And I am calm again. (To Mont.) A word in private, Where shall we meet, and speedily. Mont. I will remember. Now, my faithful Vasquez, Hast thou disposed of the letter? Vas. Her eye hath reach'd it. Mont. Long ere this, That's my true contriver: And for this hot-brained honour-breathing spark, I am not yet so barren of my wit, To encounter him with hazard of my life; I'll fight no more with him. Vas. But how prevent it? Mont. 'Tis likely he has left the camp by stealth, P |