Mon. It was our wedding night.

Cas. No more!—Forget it!

Mon. Why! do you then repent?

Cas. I do.

Mon. O heaven!

Cham. In tears, Monimia!

Mon. Whoe'er thou art,

Cham. Lift up thy eyes, and see who comes to cheer thee!

Mon. My brother!

Cham. Yes, Monimia, if thou think'st

Mon. O Castalio!

Cham. Ha!

Mon. Indeed, Chamont,

Cham. You use me ill, Monimia;

Mon. Truly I'm not to blame. Suppose I'm fond,

Cham. Not if I'd cause to think it was a friend.

Mon. Why do you then call this unfaithful dealing?

Cham. 'Tis sign there's danger in't, and must be prob'd.

Mon. I cannot speak;—grief flows so fast upon me,

Cham. My Monimia! to my soul thou'rt dear

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