red?
One that has learn'd to treat e'en foes with kindness,
To wrong no good man's fame, nor praise himself?

_Ser._ Oh! name not love, for that's ally'd to joy;
And joy must be a stranger to my heart,
When you're in danger. May Chamont's good fortune
Render him lovely to some happier maid!
Whilst I, at friendly distance, see him blest,
Praise the kind gods, and wonder at his virtues.

_Acas._ Chamont, pursue her, conquer, and possess her,
And, as my son, a third of all my fortune
Shall be thy lot.
Chamont, you told me of some doubts that press'd you:
Are you yet satisfy'd that I'm your friend?

_Cham._ My lord, I would not lose that satisfaction,
For any blessing I could wish for:
As to my fears, already I have lost them:
They ne'er shall vex me more, nor trouble you.

_Acas._ I thank you.
My friends, 'tis late:
Now my disorder seems all past and over,
And I, methinks, begin to feel new health.

_Cas._ Would you but rest, it might restore you quite.

_Acas._ Yes, I'll to bed; old men must humour weakness.
Good night, my friends! Heaven guard you all! Good night!
To-morrow early we'll salute the day,
Find out new pleasures, and renew lost time.
[_exeunt all but Chamont and Chaplain._

_Cham._ If you're at leisure, sir, we'll waste an hour:
'Tis yet too soon to sleep, and t'will be charity
To lend your conversation to a stranger.

_Chap._ Sir, you're a soldier?

_Cham._ Yes.

_Chap._ I love a soldier;
And had been one myself, but that my parents
Would make me what you see me.

_Cham._ Have you had long dependance on this family?

_Chap._ I have not thought it so, because my time's
Spent pleasantly. My lord's not haughty nor imperious,
Nor I gravely whimsical; he has good nature.
His sons too are civil to me, because
I do not pretend to be wiser than they are;
I meddle with no man's business but my own,
So meet with respect, and am not the jest of the family.

_Cham._ I'm glad you are so happy.
A pleasant fellow this, and may be useful. [_aside._

Knew you my father, the old Chamont?

_Chap._ I did; and was most sorry when we lost him.

_Cham._ Why, didst thou love him?

_Chap._ Ev'ry body lov'd him; besides, he was my patron's friend.

_Cham._ I could embrace thee for that very notion:
If thou didst love my father, I could think
Thou wouldst not be an enemy to me.

_Chap._ I can be no man's foe.

_Cham._ Then pr'ythee, tell me;
Think'st thou the lord Castalio lov