Mon. Oh! I dare not.

Cham. I have no friend but thee. We must confide

Mon. Could you be secret?

Cham. Secret as the grave.

Mon. But when I've told you, will you keep your fury

Cham. I will be calm.—But has Castalio wrong'd thee?

Mon. Oh! could you think it?

Cham. What?

Mon. I fear, he'll kill me!

Cham. Ha!

Mon. Indeed, I do: he's strangely cruel to me;

Cham. What has he done?

Mon. Most barbarously us'd me.

Cham. Go on!

Mon. He threw me from his breast,

Cham. How!

Mon. As I hung too

Cham. How! did he

Mon. He did.

Cham. What! throw thee from him?

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