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Are gently lifted up and down by tides.
Ros. You saw her soon again?
Loth. Too soon I saw her:
Ros. What of the lady?
fondness She hung upon me, wept, and sigh’d, and swore She was undone ; talk'd of a priest, and marriage ; Of Aying with me from her father's pow'r; Called every saint, and blessed angel down, To witness for her that she was my wife. I started at that name.
Ros. What answer made you?
Loth. None; but pretending sudden pain and illness, Escap'd the persecution. Two nights since, By message urg'd and frequent importunity,
Again I saw her. Straight with tears and sighs,
Ros. How bore she this reply?
Loth. “ Ev'n as the earth, “ When, winds pent up, or eating fires beneath,
Shaking the mass, she labours with destruction.' At first her rage was dumb, and wanted words ; But when the storm found way, 'twas wild and loud. Mad as the priestess of the Delphic god, Enthusiastic passion swelld her breast, Enlarg’d her voice, and ruffled all her form. Proud and disdainful of the love I proffer'd. She call'd me Villain! Monster! Base Betrayer! At last, in very bitterness of soul, With deadly imprecations on herself, She vow'd severely ne'er to see me more; Then bid me fly that minute : I obey'd, And, bowing, left her to grow cool at leisure.
Ros. She has relented since, else why this message,
To meet the keeper of her secrets here
Loth. See the person whom you nam'd!
fair mistress calmer? Does she soften?
Luc. Is this well done, my lord ? Have you put off
Loth. I see thou'st learn't to rail.
Luc. I've learnt to weep :
Loth. Oh, no more!
Some keeping cardinal shall doat upon thee,
Luc. What! shall I sell my innocence and youth,
Loth. Does she send thee to chide in her behalf ? I swear thou dost it with so good a grace, That I could almost love thee for thy frowning. 260 Luc. Read there, my lord, there, in her own sad lines,
[Giving a letter. Which best can tell the story of her woes, That grief of heart which your unkindness gives her.
(Lothario reads. Your cruelty-Obedience to my father--Give my hand to
Altamont. By Heav'n 'tis well! such ever be the gifts With which I greet the man whom my soul hates,
[dside. But to go on!
-Wish- -Heart- -Honour too faithlessWeakness-to-morrow last trouble- -lost Calista. Women, I see, can change as well as men, She writes me here, forsaken as I am, That I should bind my brows with mournful willow, For she has giv'n her hand to Altamont: Yet, tell the fair inconstantLuc. How; my lord 1
Loth. Nay, no more angry words: say to Calista, The humblest of her slaves shall wait her pleasure; If she can leave her happy husband's arms, To think upon so lost a thing as I am.
Luc. Alas! for pity, come with gentler looks: 980 Wound not her heart with this unmanly triumph; And, tho' you love her not, yet swear you do, So shall dissembling once be virtuous in you.
Loth. Ha! who comes here?
Luc. The bridegroom's friend, Horatio. He must not see us here. To-morrow early Be at the garden gate.
Loth. Bear to my love My kindest thoughts, and swear I will not fail her.
[Lothario putting up the letter hastily, drops
it as he goes out. [Exeunt Lothario and Rossano one way, Lucilla another.
[Taking up the letter. Ha! To Lothario!'s death! Calista's name!
[Opening it. Confusion and misfortunes!