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All we are capable to know, and shuts us,
-Forgive me, fair Calista, If I presume on privilege of friendship,
60 To join my grief to yours, and mourn the evils That hurt your peace, and quench those eyes in tears.
Cal. To steal, unlook'd for, on my private sorrow, Speaks not the man of honour, nor the friend, But rather means the spy.
Hor. Unkindly said ! For, Oh! as sure as you accuse me falsely, I come to prove myself Calista's friend. Cal. You are my husband's friend, the friend of
But roll into the sea, one common flood ?
Cal. Force, and the wills of our imperious rulers,
80 “ Stands on the shore, and sends his wishes back "To the dear native land from whence he came.
Hor. When souls that should agree to will the same, To have one common object for their wishes, Look different ways, regardless of each other, Think what a train of wretchedness ensues : Love shall be banish'd from the genial bed, The night shall all be lonely and unquiet, And ev'ry day shall be a day of cares.
Cal. Then all the boasted office of thy friendship,
Hor. Oh! rather say,
Cal. Say thou, to whom this paradise is known, Where lies the blissful region ? Mark my way to it, For, Oh! 'tis sure I long to be at rest.
Hor. Then-to be good is to be happy--Angels Are happier than mankind, because they're better.
Guilt is the source of sorrow! 'tis the fiend,
Cal. And what bold parasite's officious tongue
Hor. None should; but 'tis a busy, talking world, That with licentious breath blows like the wind, As freely on the palace as the cottage.
Cal. What mystic riddle lurks beneath thy words,
Hor. Lothario and Calista! thus they join
Cal. Death and confusion ! Have I liv'd to this?
Hor. By honour and fair truth, you wrong me much; For, on my soul, nothing but strong necessity Could urge my tongue to this ungrateful office. I came with strong reluctance, as if death Had stood across my way, to save your honour, Your's and Sciolto's, your's and Altamont's; Like one who ventures through a burning pile; To save his tender wife, with all her brood Of little fondlings, from the dreadful ruin. 140
Cal. Is this the famous friend of Altamont,
Hor. Alas! this rage is vain; for if your fame
have devoted this rare beauty To infamy, diseases, prostitution
Cal. Dishonour blast thee, base, unmanner'd slave! That dar'st forget my birth, and sacred sex,
And shock me with the rude, unhallow'd sound!
Hor. Here kneel, and in the awful face of Heav'n Breathe out a solemn vow, never to see, Nor think, if possible, on him that ruin'd thee; Or, by my Altamont's dear life, I swear, This paper; nay, you must not fly-This paper,
[ Holding her. This guilty paper shall divulge your shame Cal. What mean’st thou by that paper? What
Hor. Behold! Can this be forg'd ?
[Tearing it. Thus let me tear the vile, detested falshood, 180 The wicked, lying evidence of shame.
Cal. Henceforth, thou officious fool, Meddle no more nor dare, ev'n on thy life, To breathe an accent that
virtue. I am myself the guardian of my honour, And will not bear so insolent a monitor.