Cast. It shall not.
Cham. No, nor shall
Monimia, though a helpless orphan, destitute
Of friends and fortune, though the unhappy sister
Of poor Chamont, whose sword is all his portion,
Be oppressed by thee, thou proud, imperious traitor!
Cast. Ha! set me free.
Cham. Come both!
Enter Serina.
Ser. Alas! alas!
The cause of these disorders, my Chamont?
Who is't has wronged thee?
Cast. Now where art thou fled
For shelter?
Cham. Come from thine, and see what safeguard
Shall then betray my fears.
Ser. Cruel Castalio,
Sheathe up thy angry sword, and don't affright me.
Chamont, let once Serina calm thy breast;
If any of my friends have done thee injuries,
I'll be revenged, and love thee better for it.
Cast. Sir, if you'd have me think you did not take
This opportunity to show your vanity,
Let's meet some other time, when by ourselves
We fairly may dispute our wrongs together.