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Will be too soon to think and to be wretched. As great a name as this proud city boasts of. Oh grant, ye powers, that I may see these Who is this mighty man, then, this Horatio, happy,
That I should basely hide me from his anger, [Pointing to ALTAMONT ani Calista. Lest he should chide me for his friend's disCompletely bless'd, and I have life enough!
pleasure? And leave the rest indifferently to fate.
Hor. The brave, 'tis true, do never shun the (Exeunt. light;
(tempers, Hor. What if, while all are here intent on Just are their thoughts, and open are their revelling,
Still are they found in the fair face of day, I privately went forth, and sought Lothario ? And heaven and men are judges of their acThis letter may be forg'd! perhaps the wan
Loth. Such let 'em be of mine; there's not Of his vain youth, to stain a lady's fame;
a purpose Perhaps his malice, to disturb my friend. Which my soul e'er fram'd, or my hand acted, Oh, no! my heart forebodes it must be true. But I could well have bid the world look on, Methought, even now, I mark'd the starts of And what I once durst do, have dar'd to jusguilt
tify. That shook ter soul; though damn'd dissi- Hor. Where was this open boldness, this Screen'd her dark thoughts, and set to public
free spirit, view
When but this very morning I surpris’d thee, A specious face of innocence and beauty. In base dishonest privacy, consulting With such smooth looks and many a gentle And bribing a poor mercenary wretch, word,
To sell her lady's secrets, stain her honour, The first fair she beguil'd her easy lord ; And, with a forg'd contrivance, blast her Too blind with love and beauty to beware, At sight of me thou fled'st. (virtuel He fell unthinking in the fatal snare;
Loth. Ha! fled from thee? Nor could believe that such a heavenly face
Hor. Thou fled'st, and guilt was on thee like Had bargain'd with the devil, to damn her
a thief, wretched race.
(Exit. A pilferer, descried in some dark corner,
Who there had lodg’d, with mischievous inSCENE II.-The Garden of Sciolto's Palace.
tent, Enter LOTHARIO and Rossano.
To rob and ravage at the hour of rest,
And do a midnight murder on the sleepers. Loth. To tell thee then the purport of my Loth. Slave! villain ! [Offers to draw. thoughts;
Ros. Hold, my lord ! think where you are, The loss of this fond paper would not give me Think how unsafe and hurtful to your honour A moment of disquiet, were it not
It were to urge a quarrel in this place, My instrument of vengeance on this Altamont; And shock the peaceful city with a broil. Therefore I mean to wait some opportunity Of speaking with the maid we saw this morn
vengeance, know ing.
I would not, for this city's wealth, for all Ros. I wish you, Sir, to think upon the Which the sea wafts to our Ligurian shore, danger
['em ; | But that the joys I reap'd with that fond wanOf being seen; to-day their friends are round
ton, And any eye that lights by chance on you, The wife of Altamont, should be as public Shall put your life and safety to the hazard. As is the noon-day sun, air, earth, or water,
[Exeunt. Or any common benefit of nature. [conceala? Enter Horatio.
Think'st thou I meant that shame should be Hor. Still I must doubt some mystery of Was some fit messenger, to bear the news
Oh, no! by hell and vengeance, all I wanted mischief,
To the dull doting husband: now I have
To break through law, and spurn at sacred
And do a brutal injury like this. [order, My unsuspecting, valiant, honest friend.
Yet mark me well, young lord, I think Calista This son, if fame mistakes not, is more hot, Too nice, too noble, and too great of soul, More open and unartful
To be the prey of such a thing as thou art. Re-enter LOTHARIO and RossANO.
'Twas base and poor, unworthy of a man,
To forge a scroll so villanous and loose, Ha! he's here!
[Seeing him. And mark it with a noble lady's name: Loth. Damnation! he again !—This second These are the mean, dishonest arts of cowards, time
Who, bred at home in idleness and riot, To-day he has cross'd me like my evil genius. Ransack for mistresses th' unwholesome stews, Hor. I sought you, Sir.
And never know the worth of virtuous love. Loth. "Tis well then I am found.
Loth. Think'st thou I forg'd the letter? Hor. "Tis well you are. The man who
Think so still, wrongs my friend
Till the broad shame come staring in thy face, To the earth's utmost verge I would pursue. And boys shall hoot the cuckold as be passes. No place, though e'er so holy, should protect Hor. Away! no woman could descend so him;
low. No shape that artful fear e'er form'd should A skipping, dancing, worthless tribe you are ; hide him,
Fit only for yourselves, you herd together; Till be fair answer made, and did me justice. And when the circling glass warms your rain Loth. Ha! dost thou know me? that I am hearts, Lothario?
You talk of beauties that you never saw,
. There are, enthou dost provoke my
And fancy raptures that you never knew. Ros. Sciolto's servants, Sir, have ta’en Loth. But that I do not hold it worth my
th' alarm; leisure,
You'll be oppress'd by numbers. Be advis'd, I could produce such damning proof- Or I must force you hence. Hor. "Tis false!
Loth. This wo'not brook delay : You blast the fair with lies, because they West of the town a mile, among the rocks, scorn you,
(tence : Two hours ere noon, to-morrow, I expect thee, Hate you like age, like ugliness and impo-Thy single hand to mine. Rather than make you bless'd, they would die Hor. I'll meet thee there. virgins,
Loth. To-morrow, oh, my better stars ! toAnd stop the propagation of mankind.
Loth. It is the curse of fools to be secure, Exert your influence; shine strongly for me; And that be thine and Altamont's. Dream on; / 'Tis not a common conquest I would gain, Nor think upon my vengeance till thou feel’st Since love as well as arms must grace my it.
triumph. Hor. Hold, Sir; another word, and then
Exeunt LOTHARIO and Rossano. farewell.
Hor. Two hours ere noon to-morrow! ha! Though I think greatly of Calista's virtue,
ere that And hold it far beyond thy power to hurt; He sees Calista! Oh, unthinking fool Yet, as she shares the honour of my Altamont, What if I urg'd her with the crime and danger? That treasure of a soldier, bought with blood, If any spark from heaven remain unguench'd And kept at life's expense, I must not have Within her breast, my breath perhaps may (Mark me, young Sir) her very name profan'd.
wake it. Learn to restrain the license of your speech; Could I but prosper there, I would not doubt 'Tis held you are too lavish. When you are My combat with that loud vainglorious boasmet
ter. Among your set of fools, talk of your dress, Were you, ye fair, but cautious whom ye trust, Of dice, of whores, of horses, and yourselves; Did
you but think how seldom fools
are just, 'Tis safer, and becomes your understandings. So many of your sex would not in vain Loth. What if we pass beyond this solemn of broken vows, and faithless men, complain; order,
Of all the various wretches love has made, And, in defiance of the stern Horatio, How few have been by men of sense betray’d? Indulge our gayer thoughts, let laughter loose, Convinc'd by reason, they your power confess, And use his sacred friendship for our mirth ? Pleas'd to be happy, as you're pleas'd to bless,
Hor. "Tis well, Sir, you are pleasant- And, conscious of your worth, can never love Loth. By the joys
[Etit. Which my soul yet has uncontrol'd pursu'd, I would not turn aside from my least pleasure,
ACT III. . Though all thy force were arm’d to bar my way;
SCENE I.-An Apartment in Sciolty's But like the birds, great nature's happy com
Palace. That haunt in woods, in meads, and flowery
Enter SCIOLTO and Calista. gardens, Rifle the sweets and taste the choicest fruits, Sci. Now, hy my life, my honour, 'tis too Yet scorn to ask the lordly owner's leave.
much! Hor. What liberty has vain presumptuous Have I not mark'd thee, wayward as thou art, youth,
(tis'd ? | Perverse and sullen all this day of joy? That thou shouldst dare provoke me unchas- When every heart was cheer'd, and mirth went But henceforth, boy, I warn thee, shun my
Sorrow, displeasure, and repining anguish, If in the bounds of this forbidden place Sat on thy brow. Again thou’rt found, expect a punishment, Cal. Is then the task of duty half perform’d ? Such as great souls, impatient of an injury, Has not your daughter given herself to AltaExact from those who wrong 'em much; even
Yielded the native freedom of her will Or something worse: an injur'd husband's ven- To an imperious husband's lordly rule, geance
To gratify a father's stern command ?
Cal. For pity, do not frown then,
Loth. Is then my way in Genoa prescrib'd A sigh breaks out, or a tear falls by chance:
anger, And vouches for his valour's reputation ? Is the sad native of Calista's breast. Hor. Away! thy speech is fouler than thy Sci. Now by the sacred dust of that dear
[ness, Loth. Or, if there be a name more vile, his That was thy mother; by her wondrous goodparasite;
Her soft, her tender, most complying sweetA beggar's parasite!
ness, Hor. Now learn humanity,
I swear, some sullen thought that shuns the [offers to strike him; Rossano interposes. 'light, Since brutes and boys are only taught with Lurks underneath that sadness in thy visage. blows.
But mark me well, though by yon heaven I Loth. Damnation!
love thee Rós. Hold,
this goes no further here. As much, I think, as a fond parent can; Loth. Oh, Rossano!
Yet shouldst thou (which the powers above Or give me way, or thou'rt no more my friend.
E’er stain the honour of thy name with infamy, Where lies the blissful region ? Mark my way I'll cast thee off, as one whose impious hands
to it, Had rent asunder nature's nearest ties, For oh! 'tis sure I long to be at rest. Which, once divided, never join again.
Hor. Then to be good is to be happy To-day I've made a noble youth thy husband !
[better. Consider well his worth ; reward his love; Are happier than mankind, because they're Be willing to be happy, and thou art so, Guilt is the source of sorrow! 'tis the fiend,
.[Erit Sciolto. Th'avenging fiend, that follows us behind, Cal. How hard is the condition of our sex. With whips and stings. The bless'd know none Through every state of life the slaves of man!
of this, In all the dear delightful days of youth, But rest in everlasting peace of mind, A rigid father dictates to our wills,
And find the height of all their heaven is And deals out pleasure with a scanty hand.
goodness. To his, the tyrant husband's reign succeeds; Cal. And what bold parasite's officious Proud with opinion of superior reason,
tongue He holds domestic business and devotion Shall dare to tax Calista's name with guilt All we are capable to know, and shuts us, Hor. None should ; but 'tis a busy talking Like cloister'd idiots, from the world's ac
(we That with licentious breath blows, like the And all the joys of freedom. Wherefore are As freely on the palace as the cottage. Born with high souls, but to assert ourselves, Cal. What mystic riddle lurks beneath thy Shake off this vile obedience they exact,
words, And claim an equal empire o'er the world ? Which thou wouldst seem unwilling to express,
As if it meant dishonour to my virtue ?
Away with this ambiguous shufiling phrase,
And let thy oracle be understood. Hor. She's here! yet, ho! my tongue is at a Hor. Lothario !
[speech, Cal. Ha! What wonldst thou mean by him? Teach me, some power, that happy art of Hor. Lothario and Calista !—Thus they join To dress my purpose up, in gracious words; Two names, which heaven decreed should Such as may softly steal upon her soul,
never meet. And never waken the tempestuous passions. Hence have the talkers of this populous city By heaven she weeps !--Forgive ine, fair A shameful tale to tell, for public sport, Calista,
Of an unhappy beauty, a false fair one, If I presume, on privilege of friendship, Who plighted to a noble youth her faith, To join my grief to yours, and mourn the evils When she had given her honour to a wretch. That hurt your peace, and quench those eyes Cal. Death and confusion! Have I liv'd to in tears.
this? Cul. To steal, unlook'd for, on my private Thus to be treated with unmanly insolence ! sorrow,
To be the sport of a loose ruffian's tongue ! Speaks not the man of honour, nor the friend, Thus to be us'd! thus! like the vilest creature, But rather means the spy.
That ever was a slave to vice and infamy. Hor. Unkindly said !
Hor. By honour and fair truth, you wrong For, oh! as sure as you accuse me falsely,
me much; I come to prove myself Calista's friend. For, on my soul, nothing but strong necessity Cal. You are my husband's friend, the friend Could urge my tongue to this ungrateful uffice. of Altamont!
I came with strong reluctance, as if death Hor. Are you not one? Are you not join'd Had stood across my way, to save your honour, by heaven,
Yours and Sciolto's, yours and Altamont's; Each interwoven with the other's fate ? Like one who ventures through a burning Then who can give his friendship but to one?
pile, Who can be Altamont's, and not Calista's ? To save his tender wife, with all her brood Cal. Force, and the wills of our imperious Of little fondlings, from the dreadful ruin. rulers,
Cal. Is this the famous friend of Altamont, May bind two bodies in one wretched chain; For noble worth and deeds of arms renown'd? But minds will still look back to their own Is this the tale-bearing officious fellow, choice.
That watches for intelligence from eyes ? Hor. When souls, that should agree to will This wretched Argus of a jealous husband, the same,
That fills his easy ears with monstrous tales, To have one common object for their wishes, And makes him toss, and rave, and wreak at Look different ways, regardless of each other,
length Think what a train of wretchedness ensues; Bloody revenge on his defenceless wife, Love shall be banished from the genial bed, Who guiltless dies, because her fool ran mad? The night shall be lonely and unquiet,
Hor. Alas! this' rage is vain; for if your And every day shall be a day of cares.
[calm, Cal. Then all the boasted office of thy Or peace be worth your care, you must be friendship,
And listen to the means are left to save 'em. Was but to tell Calista what a wretch she is. "Tis now the lucky minute of your fate. (you, Alas! what needed that.
By me your genius speaks, by me it warns Hor. Oh! rather say,
Never to see that curs'd Lothario more; I came to tell her how she might be happy; Unless you mean to be despis'd, be shunnid, To sooth the secret anguish of her soul; By all our virtuous maids and noble matrons ; To comfort that fair mourner, that forlorn one, Unless you have devoted this rare beauty And teach her steps to know the paths of To infamy, diseases, prostitutionpeace.
Cal. Dishonour blast thee, base, unmanner'd Cal. Say thou, to whom this paradise is
That dar'st forget my birth, and sacred sex,
And shock me with the rude, unhallow'd Too well to keep the cruel vow she made. sound !
Now, as thou art a man, Horatio, tell me, Hor. Here kneel, and in the awful face of What means this wild confusion in thy looks ; heaven
As if thou wert at variance with thyseif, Breathe out a solemn vow, never to see, Madness and reason combating with thee, Nor think, if possible, on him that ruin'd thee; And thou wert doubtful which should get the Or, by my Altamont's dear life, I swear,
better? This paper; nay, you must not tiy-This paper, Hor. I would be dumb for ever; but thy fate This guilty paper shall divulge your shame. Has otherwise decreed it. Thou hast seen Cal. What mean'st thou by that paper ? That idol of thy soul, that fair Calista; What contrivance
Thou hast beheld her tears. Hast thou been forging to deceive my father ;
Alt. I have seen her weep; To turn his heart against his wretched daugh. I have seen that lovely one, that dear Calista, ter;
Complaining, in the bitterness of sorrow, That Altamont and thou may share his wealth? That thou, my friend Horatio, thou hast A wrong like this will make me even forget
wrong'd her. The weakness of my sex.-Oh, for a sword, Hor. That I have wrong'd her! Had her To urge my vengeance on the villain's head
eyes been fed That forg'd the scroll!
From the rich stream which warms her heart, Hor. Behold! Can this be forg'd ?
and number'd See where Calista's name--
For every falling tear a drop of blood, [thee, [Showing the letter near. It had not been too much; for she has ruin'a Cal. To atoms thus,
(Tearing it. Even thee, my Altamont. She has undone Thus let me tear the vile, detested falsehood,
thee. The wicked, lying evidence of shame.
Alt. Dost thou join ruin with Calista's Hor. Confusion !
name? Cal. Henceforth, thou officious fool, What is so fair, so exquisitely good ? Meddle no more, nor dare, even on thy life,
Is she not more than painting can express, To breathe an accent that may touch my virtue. Or youthful poets fancy when they love? I am myself the guardian of my honour, Does she not come, like wisdom or good forAnd will not bear so insolent a monitor.
(honour? Enter ALTAMONT.
Replete with blessings, giving wealth and
Hor. It had been better thou hadst liv'd a Alt. Where is my life, my love, my charm
beggar, ing bride,
And fed on scraps at great men's surly doors, Joy of my heart, and pleasure of my eyes? Than to have match'd with one so false, so Disorder'd !-and in tears !-Horatio too!
fatal, My friend is in amaze-What can it mean? Alt. It is too much for friendship to allow Tell me, Calista, who has done thee wrong,
[her, That my swift sword may find out the offender, Because I tamely bore the wrong thou didst And do thee ample justice.
Thou dost avow the barb'rous, brutal part, Cal. Turn to him.
And urge the injury even to my face. Alt. Horatio !
Hor. I see she has got possession of thy Cal. To that insolent.
heart, Alt. My friend!
She has charm'd thee, like a Syren, to her bed, Could he do this? Have I not found him just, With looks of love, and with 'enchanting Honest as truth itself? and could he break
sounds: The sanctity of friendship ? Could he wound Too late the rocks and quicksands will appear, The heart of Altamont in his Calista ?
When thou are wreck'd upon the faithless Cal. I thought what justice I should find
[friend, from thee!
Then vainly wish thou hadst not left thy Go fawn upon him, listen to his tale,
To follow her delusion. Thou art perhaps confederate in his mischief, Alt. If thy friendship And wilt believe the legend, if he tells it. Does churlishly deny my love a room, Alt. Oh, impious! what presumptuous It is not worth my keeping; I disclaim it. wretch shall dare
Hor. Canst thou soon forget what I've been To offer at an injury like that?
to thee? Priesthood, nor age, nor cowardice itself, I shar'd the task of nature with thy father, Shall save him from the fury of my vengeance. And form'd with care thy inexperienc'd youth Cal. The man who dar'd to do it was To virtue and to arms. Horatio ;
Thy noble father, oh, thou light young man ! Thy darling friend ; 'twas Altamont's Horatio, Would he have us'd me thus? One fortune But mark me well, while thy divided heart Dotes on a villain that has wrong'd me thus, For his was ever mine, mine his, and both No force shall drag me to thy hated bed. Together flourish’d, and together fell. Nor can my cruel father's power do more He call'd me friend, like thee: would he have Than shut me in a cloister: there, well pleas'd,
left me Religious hardships will I learn to bear, Thus for a woman, and a vile one, too? To fast and freeze at midnight hours of prayer: Alt. Thou canst not, dar'st not mean it! Nor think it hard, within a lonely cell,
Speak again, With melancholy speechless saints to 'dwell; Say, who is vile; but dare not name Calista. But bless the day I to that refuge ran,
Hor. I had not spoke at first, unless comFree from the marriage chain, and from that pellid,
[urg'a tyrant, man.
[Exit. And forc'd to clear myself; but since thus Alt. She's gone; and as she went, ten thou. I must avow, I do not know a viler, sand fires
Alt. Thou 'wert my father's friend; he lov'd Shot from her angry eyes; as if she meant
A kind of venerable mark of him
Lav. Stay, Altamont, my brother, stay! Hangs round thee, and protects thee from my Alt. It cannot, sha'not be you must not vengeance.
hold me. I cannot, dare not lift my sword against thee, Lat. Look kindly, then. Put henceforth never let me see thee more. Alt. Each minute that I stay,
(Going out. Is a new injury to fair Calista. Hor. I love thee still, ungrateful as thou art, From thy false friendship, to her arms I'll fly; And must and will preserve thee from dis- Then own, the joys which on her charms athonour,
[friend. Even in spite of thee.
[Holds him. Have more than paid me for my faithless Alt. Let go my arm.
(Breaks from LAVINIA, and exit. Hor. If honour be thy care, if thou wouldst Hor. Oh, raise thee, my Lavinia, from the live
earth. Without the name of credulous, wittol hus. It is too much; this time of flowing grief, Avoid thy bride, shun her detested bed, This wondrous waste of tears, too much to give The joys it yields are dash'd with poison- To an ungrateful friend, and cruel brother. Alt. Off!
Lav. Is there not cause for weeping? Oh, To urge me but a minute more is fatal.
Horatio ! Hor. She is polluted, stain'd
A brother and a husband were my treasure, Alt. Madness and raging!
"Twas all the little wealth that poor Lavinia But hence
Sav'd from the shipwreck of her father's forHor. Dishonour'd by the man you hate
tunes. Alt. I pr’ythee loose me yet, for thy own One half is lost already. If thou leav'st me, If life be worth thy keeping- [sake, If thou shouldst prove unkind to me, as AltaHor. By Lothario.
mont, Alt. Perdition take thee, villain, for the Whom shall I find to pity my distress, falsehood!
[Strikes him. To have compassion on a helpless wanderer, Now, nothing but thy life can make atone- And give her where to lay her wretched head ?
Hor. Why dost thou wound me with thy Hor. A blow! thou hast us'd me well
soft complainings ?
[Draws. Though Altamont be false, and use me hardly, Alt. This to thy heart
Yet think not ! impute his crimes to thee. Hor. Yet hold-By heaven his father's in Talk not of being forsaken; for I'll keep thee his face !
(tenderness, Next to my heart, my certain pledge of happiSpite of my wrongs, my heart runs o'er with And I could rather die myself than hurt him. Lav. Then you will love me still, cherish Alt. Defend thyself; for by my much
me ever, wrong'd love,
And hide me from misfortune in your bosom? I swear, the poor evasion shall not save thee. Hor. But for the love I owe the good Hor. Yet hold-hou know'st, I dare.
Sciolto, [They fight. Genoa, froin falsehood, and inconstancy,
To some more honest, distant clime I'd go; Enter LAVINIA, who runs between their swords. Nor would I be beholden to my country,
Lav. My brother, my Horatio ! Is it possible? For aught but thee, the partner of my flight. Oh, turn your cruel swords upon Lavinia.
Lav. And I would follow thee; forsake, for If you must quench your impious rage in blood,
thee, Behold, my heart shall give you all her store, My country, brother, friends, even all I have. To save those dearer streams that flow from Though mine's a little all, yet were it more, yours.
And better far, it should be left for thce, Alt. 'Tis well thou hast found a safeguard; | And all that I would keep should be Horatio, none but this,
[fury. So, when a merchant sees his vessel lost, No power on earth, could save thee from my Though richly freighted from a foreign coast, Hor. Safety from thee!
Gladly, for life, the treasure he would give, Away,vain boy! Hast thou forgot the rev'rence And only wishes to escape and live: Due to my arm, thy first, thy great example,
Gold and his gains no more employ his mind; Which pointed oui thy way to noble daring,
But, driving o'er the billows with the wind, And show'd thee what it was to be a man? Cleaves to one faithful plank, and leaves the Lav. What busy, meddling fiend, what foe
( Exeunt. to goodness, Could kindle such a discord ?
ACT IV. Hor. Ask'st thou what made us foes ? "Twas base ingratitude,
SCENE I-A Garden. "Twas such a sin to friendship, as heaven's LOTHARIO and Calista discovered. That strives with man's untoward, monstrous wickedness,
[don. Loth. Weep not, my fair ; but let the god of Unwearied with forgiving, scarce could par
love He who was all to me, child, brother, friend, Laugh in thy eyes, and revel in thy heart, With barb'rous bloody malice, sought my life. Kindle again his torch, and hold it high, Alt. Thou art my sister, and I would not To light us to new joys. Nor let a thought make thee
Of discord, or disquiet past, molest thee; The lonely mourner of a widow'd bed; But to a long oblivion give thy cares, Therefore thy husband's life is safe : but And let us melt the present hour in bliss. warn him,
Cal. Seek not to sooth me with thy false No more to know this hospitable roof.
endearments, He has but ill repaid Sciolto's bounty. To charm me with thy softness: 'tis in vain: We must not meet; 'tis dangerous. Farewell. Thou canst no more betray, nor I be ruin'd. [He is going, LAVINIA holds him. The hours of folly and of fond delight