Cas. Why turn'st thou from me? I'm alone already.

Mon. Ah! poor Castalio!

[exit.

Cas. What means all this? Why all this stir to plague

Pol. To live, and live a torment to myself,

Cas. Who's there?

Pol. Why, what art thou?

Cas. My brother Polydore?

Pol. My name is Polydore.

Cas. Canst thou inform me——

Pol. Of what?

Cas. Of my Monimia?

Pol. No. Good day!

Cas. In haste!

Pol. Indeed! and so to me does my Castalio.

Cas. Do I?

Pol. Thou dost.

Cas. Alas, I've wondrous reason!

Pol. Why?

Cas. I'll tell thee, Polydore; I would repose

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