Cas. This to thy heart, then, though my mother bore thee!

Pol. Now my Castalio is again my friend.

Cas. What have I done? my sword is in thy breast.

Pol. So would I have it be, thou best of men,

Cas. Ye gods! we're taught that all your works are justice:

Pol. Blame not the heav'ns, 'tis Polydore has wrong'd thee;

Cas. By thee?

Pol. By me, last night, the horrid deed

Cas. Now, where's Monimia? Oh!

Mon. I'm here! who calls me?

Cas. Ay, brother's blood!

Pol. Oh! let me charge thee, by th' eternal justice,

Cas. Not kill her?

Mon. That task myself have finish'd: I shall die

Pol. Oh, she's innocent.

Cas. Tell me that story,

Pol. Hadst thou, Castalio, us'd me like a friend,

[dies.

Mon. Now, my Castalio, the most dear of men,

Cas. O, I'm the unhappy wretch, whose cursed fate

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