Cas. Who talks of dying, with a voice so sweet

Mon. Hark! 'tis he that answers.

Cas. Here, my love.

Mon. No nearer, lest I vanish.

Cas. Have I been in a dream then all this while?

Mon. Oh! were it possible that we could drown

Cas. Is't then so hard, Monimia, to forgive

Mon. If I am dumb, Castalio, and want words

Cas. Thou hast not wrong'd me.

Mon. Ah! alas, thou talk'st

Cas. No.

Mon. Still thou wander'st in the dark, Castalio;

Cas. My better angel, then do thou inform me

Mon. Did I not beg thee to forbear inquiry?

Cas. If, lab'ring in the pangs of death,

Mon. My heart won't let me speak it; but remember,

Cas. Ne'er meet again?

Mon. No, never.

Cas. Where's the power

Mon. Time will clear all; but now let this content you:

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