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RO S a M NT). 
 
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 O P E R A. 
 
 Inrcribed to her GRACE the 
 
 Dutchefs of MARLBOROUGH. 
 
 Hie quos dnrus amor crndeH tabe peredit 
 
 ■Secret! eel ant calles, ut n^yrtea circiisn 
 
 Sylva tegit Virg. \]£vi, 6. 
 
 By the late Right Honourable 
 
 JOSEPH ADDISON, Efq; 
 
 L N D a; 
 
 X Printed for M. Dodsliv in Pa!I-maII, :\nd D, 
 I Cooper in the Strand. M DCG LXV. 
 
T O T H S 
 
 AUTHOR 
 
 O F 
 
 ROSAMOND. 
 
 — Ne forte pudori 
 
 Sit tibi mufa lyra folcrs, et cantor Apollc, 
 
 By Mr TICKELL. 
 
 THE Opera firft Italian maflers taught, 
 Enrich'd with forigs, but innocent of thought, 
 I Britannia's learned theatre difdains 
 ! Melodious trifles, and enervate ftrains ; 
 And bluflies on her injured ftage to fee 
 Nonfenfe well-tun'd, and fweet llupidity. 
 
 V. No charms are wanting to thy artful fong, 
 
 I Soft as Coreili, but as Virgil ftrong. 
 
 '■ A a. AJli 
 
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 From words ib Tweet new grace the notes receivcj 
 
 And mufic Borrows helps, (lie us'd to give. 
 
 Thy ftilc liath match'd what antient Romans knew, 
 
 Thy flowing numbers far excel the new ; 
 
 Their cadence in fuch eafy found convey'd, 
 
 That height of thought may fecra fuperfluous aid ; 
 
 Yet in fuch charms the noble thoughts abound, 
 
 That necdlefs feem the fweeU of eafy found. 
 
 Landfchapes how gay the bow'ry grotto yields. 
 Which thought creates, and lavilh tancy builds I 
 What art can trace the vifionary fcenes. 
 The flow'ry groves, and everlafting greens. 
 The babling founds that mimic Echo plays, 
 The fairy {hade, and its eternal maze, 
 Nature and art in all their charms combin'd. 
 And all Elyfmm to one view confin'd ! 
 No farther could imagination roam, 
 'Till Vanbrugh^fram'd, and Marlbro'rais'd tkedomci 
 
 Ten thoufand pangs my anxious bofom tear,' 
 When drown'd in tears I fee th' imploring fair : 
 When bards lefs foft the moving words fupply, 
 A feeming juftice dooms the nymph to die ; 
 But here Ihe begs, nor can fhe beg in vain,, 
 (In dirges thus expiring fwans complain) 
 Each verfe fo fwells, expreflive of her woes. 
 And ev'ry tear in lines fo mournful flows ; 
 We, fpite of fame, her fate revers'd believe, 
 O'er look her crimes, and think ihe ought to live. 
 
 Let joy tranfport fair Rofamonda's fhade. 
 And wreaths of myrtle crown the lovely maid. 
 While now perhaps with Dido's ghoft Ihe roves. 
 And hears and tells the ftory of their loves, 
 Ahke they mourn, alike they blcfs their fate, 
 Since love, which made 'em wretched, makes em 
 
 great. 
 Nor longer that relentlefs doom bemoan, 
 .Wiiich gaia'd a Virgil, aad an Addifon. 
 
 Accept^. 
 
i: V 3 ^_ 
 
 Accept, great monarch of the Bntlfli lays, 
 The tribute fong an humble fubje<ar pays. 
 So tries the artkfs lark her early flight. 
 And foars, to hail the god of verfe and light* 
 Unrival'd as thy merit be thy fame, 
 And thy own laurels (hade thy envy*d name : 
 Thy name, the boaft of all the tuneful choir. 
 Shall tremble on the firings of ev'ry lyre ; 
 "Whrle the charm'd reader with the thought com- 
 plies. 
 Feels eorrefponding joys or forrows rife, 
 And views thy Rofamoa4 with Hcary's eyes. 
 
 A3 
 
 Dramath 
 
Dramatis Perfonae. 
 
 M E 'N. 
 King Henry. 
 
 Sir Trufly, keeper of the bow^n 
 
 Page. 
 
 MelTeDger, 
 
 WOMEN. 
 Queen Elinor, 
 Rofamond. 
 Gridiline, wife to Sir Trufly. 
 
 Guardian Angels, &o 
 SCENE Woodflock-Park, 
 
ROSAMOND. 
 
 ACT I. SCENE. L 
 
 ^ Pr^y^i?^ <?/ V^'ooddock-Park, terminating in iJa 
 Boiuer*. 
 
 Enter QJT E E N ««i P A G |i, 
 
 Q:U E E N. 
 
 WHAT place is here! 
 What fcenes^ appear \ 
 Where-c'er I turn my eyeSi 
 Ail around 
 Enchanted ground 
 
 And Toft Elyfiums rife r 
 FlowVy mountains, 
 Mo/Ty fountains. 
 Shady woods, 
 Chrydal floods. 
 
 With wild variety furprife. 
 
 * * As o'er the hollow vaults we walk, 
 
 • A hundred echos round us talk : 
 
 * From hill to hill the voice is toft, 
 
 * Rocks rebounding, 
 
 * Caves refounding, 
 
 * Not a finglc word is loff. 
 
 PAG E. 
 There gentle Rofamond immured 
 Lives from the world and you fecurcd. 
 
 * Ailading tothc ftmous echo in Woodriock-Parlc. 
 
 ^ QJJ £ E N. 
 
5 RO S AMONJX. 
 
 QJJ E E N. 
 Caifc on the name ! I faint, I die. 
 
 With fecrei pangs of jealoufy. ^Aftde, 
 
 PAGE. 
 There does the penfive beauty mourn, 
 And languifh for her Lord's retuto. 
 Q^U E E N. 
 
 Death and confufion ! Tm too flow — [^^^'t 
 
 Show mc the happy manfion, (how- ■ 
 
 PAGE. 
 Great Henry there— 
 
 Q. U E E N. 
 Trifler, no more ! 
 
 Page, 
 
 ■* Great Henry there 
 Will foon forget the toils of war. 
 CLU E E N. 
 No more \ the happy raanfion (how 
 That holds this lovely guilty foe. 
 My wrath, like that of heaven, (hall rifir. 
 And blaft her in her Paradife. 
 
 PAGE. 
 • Behold on yonder rifing ground 
 
 * The bower, that wanders 
 ' In meanders, 
 
 « Ever bending, 
 
 * Never ending, 
 
 * Glades on glades^ 
 
 * Shades in (hades, 
 
 • Running an eternal rcund. 
 
 CLU E E n; 
 
 In fuch an endlefs maze I rove. 
 Loll in labyrinths of love. 
 
 My bread with hoarded vengeance burnf, 
 
 W hilt 
 
irOSAMOND. 9 
 
 "While fear and rage 
 With hope engage, 
 Aod rule my wav'ring foul by turns*. 
 P A G E. 
 The path yon verdant field divides, 
 Which 10 the foft confinement guides.. 
 
 Q^U E E N» 
 Eleonora, think betimes* 
 What are thy hated rival's crimes ! 
 Whether, ah whether do(t thou go ! 
 What has (lie done to move thee fo T 
 — Does fhe not \varm with guilty fires 
 The Taithlefs Lard of my defires ? 
 Have not her fatal arts remov*d 
 My Henry from my arms ? 
 'Tis her crime to be lov'd, 
 'Tis her crime to have charms. 
 Let us fly, let us fly. 
 She fhall die, fhe (hall die, 
 * I feel, I feel my heart relent : 
 * How could.ihe fair be innocent. ! 
 
 * To a monarch like mine^ 
 
 * Who would not refign I 
 
 * One fo great and fo brave 
 
 * All hearts mufl enflave. 
 
 PAGE. ^ 
 
 Mark, hark ! what found invades my ear ? 
 The conqueror's approach I hear. 
 
 * He comes, vidorious Henry comes ! 
 
 * Hautboys, trumpets, fifes and drums, 
 ' In dreadful concert join'd,, 
 
 * Send from afar 
 
 * A found of war, 
 
 * And fill with horror ev'ry wind. 
 
 <iUEEN. 
 
JO ROSAMOND, 
 
 QJJ E E N. 
 
 Henry retoms, from danger (ret ! 
 
 Henry retnms ! but not to mc. 
 
 He comes his Roraroond to greet, 
 /nd lay his laarcls at her feet, 
 Hb vows impatient to renew ; 
 His vows» to Elconora due. 
 Here fhall the happy Nymph detain, 
 (While of his abfencc I complain)' 
 Hid in her mazy, wanton bower, 
 Wy lord, my life, my conqueror, 
 
 * No, no, 'tis decree 1 
 
 * The traitrefs (hall bleed ; 
 
 * No fearfliall alarm; 
 
 * No pity difaim ; 
 
 ' lo my rage (hall be fecn 
 
 * The revenge of a Queen. 
 
 SCENE II. 
 The Entry of the Boiver, 
 Sir TRUSTY, Knight of the Bow«r, /&/«/. 
 
 • How unhappy i» he, 
 
 • That is ty*d to a (he, 
 
 « AndfamM for his wt and his beauty ! 
 
 • For of us pretty fellows 
 
 • Our wives arc fo jealous, 
 
 • They ne'er have enough of our duty. 
 But hah ! my limbs begin to q aiver, 
 I glcv/, I burn, I freeze, I fhiver ; 
 
 Whence rifes this convulfivc ilrifc ? 
 I fmcll a fhrew ! 
 My fears are tru^i 
 Ifccciywife. SCENE 
 
ROSAMOND. ,^ 
 
 SCENE JII. 
 G R I D E L I N E ^«i ^^r T R U S T Y. 
 
 G R I D E L f N E. 
 
 Taithlefs varlet, an thou there ? 
 
 Sir TRUSTY. 
 My love, my dove, my charming fair ! 
 G R I D E L I N Eo 
 Monfter, thy wheedling tricks I know. 
 
 Sir T R U S T Y, 
 Why wih thou cail thy turtle fo ! 
 
 G R I D E L I N E. 
 
 Cheat not me with falfe carefles. 
 
 Sir T R U S T V, 
 ;I-et me flop thy mouth with kiflw. 
 
 G R I D E L I N E. 
 Thofe to fair Rofamond are due. 
 
 Sir T R IP S T Y. 
 She is not half fo fair as you. 
 
 G R I D E L I N E. 
 She views thee with a lover's eye. 
 
 Sir T R U S T Y, 
 ril ftlll be thine, and let her die. 
 
 G R I D E L I N E. 
 No, no, 'tis plain. Thy frauds I fee. 
 Traitor to thy King and me ! 
 
 Sir T R U S T Y. 
 « O Grideline ! confult thy glafs, 
 * Behold that fweet bewitching face, 
 * Thofe blooming cheeks, that lovely hue .' 
 
 * Ev'ry feature 
 
 * (Charming creature) 
 * Will convince you I am true. 
 
 CRI- 
 
1« HOSAMOND. 
 
 GR4DELINE. 
 
 * howbleft were Grideline, 
 
 * Could I call Sir Trufty mine ! 
 
 ' "Did he not cover amorous wiles 
 
 * With foft, but ah ! deceiving fnillcs : 
 
 * How fhould I revel in delight, 
 
 * The fpoufc of fuch a peerlefs Kaight ! 
 
 Sir TRUST Y, 
 At length the florm begins to ccafe, 
 I've footh'd and flatier'd her to peace. 
 'Tis now my turn to tyrannize : ^.^Jide, 
 
 I feel, I feel my fury rife I 
 Tigrefs, be gone. 
 
 GRIDELINE. 
 
 1 love thee lo 
 
 1 cannot go. 
 Sir TRUSTY. 
 Tly from my pafiion, Beldame, ^y ! 
 
 G R I DE LINE. 
 Why fo unkind, Sir Trudy, why ? 
 
 Sir TRUSTY. 
 Thou'rt the plague of my life. 
 
 GRIDELINE. 
 I'm a foolid), fond wife. 
 
 "Sir T R U S T Y. \ 
 Let us part, 
 Let us part. 
 
 G R I D E L I N E. 
 "Will you break my poor heart ? 
 Will you break my poor heart \ 
 
 Sir T R U S T Y. 
 I will if I can. 
 
 GRIDELINE, 
 O barbarous man ! 
 From whence doth all this pafiion flow ? 
 
 Sir 
 
 I 
 
.RO S AMO NTh 
 Sir TRUSTY. 
 
 * Thou art ugly and old, 
 
 • And a villanous fcold. 
 
 G R I D E L I N E. 
 
 * Thou ait a ruilick to call me fo. 
 
 * I'm not ugly, nor old, 
 « Nor a villanous fcold, 
 
 * But ihoa art a ruflick to call me fe, 
 « Thou, traitor, adieu I 
 
 Sir T R U S T Y. 
 Farcwel, thou flirew ! 
 
 G R 1 D E L I N E% 
 * Thou traitor. 
 
 Sir T R U S T Y- 
 
 * Thou flirew I 
 
 BOTH. 
 
 • Adieu I Adieu ! [Ex// Crid. 
 
 Sir T R U S T Y folus. 
 How h^.rd is our fate, 
 Who ferve in the ftate. 
 And fhouid lay out our cares 
 On publick affairs ; 
 -When conjugal toils, 
 And family broils 
 Make all our great labours mifcarry ! 
 Yet this is the lot 
 Of him that has got 
 Fair Rolainond's bower. 
 With the clew in his power, 
 And is courted by all. 
 Both the great and the fmall, 
 As principal pimp to the niighty King FTarry, 
 But fee, the penfive fair draws near : 
 I'll at a diUance Uand and hear. 
 
 SCENE 
 
14 ROSAMOND. 
 
 SCENE IV. 
 ROSAMOND and Sir TRUSTY. 
 
 ROSAMOND. 
 From walk to walk, from fhade to fhade, 
 From ftrcam to purling ftream convcy'd, 
 Through all the mazes of the grove, 
 Through all the mingling tracks I .rove> 
 
 Turnkig, 
 
 Burning, 
 
 Changing, 
 
 Ranging, 
 Full of grief and full of lov^ 
 Impatient for my Lord's return 
 1 Hgh, I pine, I rave, I mourn. 
 
 * Was ever paflion crofs'd like mine ? 
 
 * "^o rend my breaft, 
 
 * And break my reft, 
 
 * A thoufand thoufand ilis corabiof, 
 
 * Abfcncc wounds mc, 
 
 * Fear fur rounds mc, 
 
 * Guilt confounds me, 
 
 * Was ever palfion crofs'd like mine ? 
 
 Sir T R. U S T r. 
 
 What heart of (tone 
 
 Can hear her moan, 
 And not in dur;)ps To doleful join ! Q/^rfr/. 
 
 ROSAMOND. 
 Hovv does my conHant grief deface 
 The rl^afurrs ot this h:ip?y place ! 
 lr> vain luc fpring my fenfcs grccii 
 lu Alhtr colours i all her [Aectj; 
 
 'Jl'o mc the rofc 
 
 No longer plows* 
 
 t>e./ pUnt 
 
 lix. ioft his fccDt': 
 
RO S AMO ND\ \^ 
 
 The ycrnal blooms of various hue, 
 The bloffoms frefli with morning dew. 
 The breeze, that fweeps thefe fragrant bowerj, 
 Filled with the breath' of opening flow'rs, 
 
 Purple fcenes, 
 
 Winding greens. 
 
 Glooms in viting'y 
 
 Birds delighting, 
 (i^ature's foftelt, fweeteft (lore) 
 Charm my torturM foul no more. 
 
 * Ye powers, I rave, I faint, I die': 
 
 * Why fo flow I great Heory, why ! 
 
 * From death and alarms 
 
 * Fly, fly to my arms, 
 
 * Fly to my arms, ray monarch, fly ! 
 
 Sir T R U S T Y. 
 How much more bleis'd would lovers be, 
 Bid all the whining fools agree 
 To lire like Grideline and me ! X^^part,' 
 
 ROSAMOND. 
 C Rofamond, behold too late. 
 And tremble at thy future fate ! 
 Curfe this unhappy, guilty face. 
 Every charm, and every grace. 
 That to thy ruin made their way, 
 And led thine innocence aflray : 
 At home thou feeft thy Queen enragedi 
 Abroad thy abfent Lord engaged 
 In wars, that may our loves disjoin. 
 And end at oocehis life and mine. 
 
 Sir T R U S T Y; 
 Such cold complaints befit a Nun : 
 If fhe turns honed, I'm undone ! (^ Apart* 
 
 ^7 
 
1^ ROSAMOND. 
 
 ROSAMOND. 
 
 • Beneath fome hoary mountain 
 
 • I'll Uy me down and we*p, 
 
 • Or near fome warbhng fountain 
 
 * Bewail myfelf afleep ; 
 •.Where featlier'd choirs combining- 
 
 * With gentle murm'ring ftreams, 
 
 • And winds in confort joining, 
 
 • Raife fadly-pleafing dreams. [Ex, ^of. 
 
 Sir T R U S T Y folui. 
 What ravage tiger would not pity 
 A damfel fo diflrefs'd and pretty ! 
 But hah ] a found my bower invades, 
 
 [ Trumpets flouritk* 
 And echoes through the winding fliadcs ; 
 'TiR Henry's march ! the tune 1 know : 
 A meiTcnger 1 It mutl be fo^r 
 
 SCENE V, 
 AMESSENGER andSlr TRUSTY. 
 
 MESSENGER. 
 Great Henry comes f with love oppreft ; 
 Prepare to lodge the royal gucft. 
 From purple fields wiih flaughter fpread. 
 From rivers chok*d with heaps of dead. 
 From glorious and immortal toils, 
 Leaden with honour, rich with fpoils, 
 G.eat Henry comes } Prepare thy bowc? 
 To lodge the mighty conqucrour. 
 
 Sir T R U S T Y. 
 The bower and Lady both arc dred, 
 And ready to receive their guefl, 
 
 MESSENGER. 
 I?lther the vi6trr flics, (his Queen 
 And royal progeny unfecB j) 
 
 1 
 
ROSAMOND^ 1-7 
 
 Soon as the Brltifh fhoreshe reached. 
 Hither his foaming courfer ftretched : 
 And fee ! his eager fleps prevent 
 The meflage that himfelf hatK fent ! 
 
 Sip T R U S T Y.. 
 Here will I fland 
 With hat in hand, 
 
 Obfcquioufly to meet hloi. 
 And muft endeavour 
 At behaviour, 
 
 That*s fuitable lo greet him. 
 
 SCENE vr. 
 
 Enter King HENRY after a flourUh oj Trumpetr, 
 KING. 
 Where is my love ! my Rofamond ! 
 
 Sir TRUSTY. 
 Fird, as in ftridefl duty bound, 
 1 kifs your royal hand. 
 
 K I N 6, 
 Where is my life ! my Rolamond ! 
 
 Sir T R U S T Y. 
 Next with fubmifltoo moft profound* 
 I welcome you to land. 
 
 KING. 
 Where is the tender, charming fair ! 
 Sir T R U S T Y, 
 Let me appear, great Sir, I pray, 
 Methodical in what 1 fay. 
 
 KING. 
 Where is my love, O tell rae where ! 
 Sir T R U S T Y. 
 Jor when we have a Prince's ear, 
 We /hould have wh^ 
 
38 ROSAMONn. 
 
 To Vnow what's fit 
 For us to fpeik, and him to hear. 
 
 K j N G. 
 Thcfe dull delays ! cannot bear. 
 V.'here is m> love, O tell me where \ 
 
 Sir T R U S T V. . 
 I fpeak, great Sir, with weeping eyes. 
 She raves, alas I fhe faints, (he dies. 
 
 KING. 
 'What doft thou fay ? I Hiake with fear. 
 
 Sir TRUSTY. 
 Nay, good my Liege, with patience hear. 
 She raves, and faints, and dies, 'tis true ; 
 But raves, and faints, »nd dies for you, 
 
 KING. 
 
 * Was ever Nymph like Rofamond, 
 
 * So fair, h faithful, and fo fond, 
 
 * Adorn 'd with ev'ry charm and grace I 
 
 « Tm all defire 
 
 * My heart's on fire, 
 
 * And leaps and fprings to her embrace. 
 
 Sir TRUSTY. 
 At the Gght of her lover 
 She'l! quickly recover. 
 
 "What place will you chufe 
 
 For fiiil interviews? 
 
 KING. 
 Full in the center of the grove, 
 In yon pavtlion niade for love, 
 \V here woodbines, roles , 'jelfaiuines. 
 Amaranths, and cglaniires, 
 \\'\\\\ intermingling fweetshavc wove 
 The pani»colour'd gay alcove. 
 
ROS AMO ND. > 
 
 *?< 
 
 Sir TRUSTY. 
 Your Highnefs, Sir, as I prefume. 
 Has chQfe the moft convenient gloom ; 
 There's not a fpot in aU the park 
 Has trees fo thick, and fliades fo dark, 
 
 KING. 
 Mean while with due attention wi't 
 To guard the bower, and watch the gate ; 
 Let neither envy, grief, nor fear, 
 Nor love (ick jealoufy appear; 
 Nor fenfelers pomp, nor npife intrude 
 On this delicious folitude ; 
 But plcafure reign through all the grove. 
 And all be peace, and all be Jove. 
 
 • Oh the pleafing pleafing anguifh 
 
 • When we love, and when we langai(h \ 
 
 * Whifhes rifing ! 
 
 * Thoughts furprifing ! 
 
 * Pleafure courting ! 
 
 * Charms tranfporting ! 
 
 * Fancy viewing 
 
 * Joys enfuing I 
 
 • the pleafing, pleafing anguifli I {^Exeunt, 
 
 A CT 
 
X^ ROSAMOND. 
 
 ACTU. fCENEL 
 
 ji Pavilion in the middle of the Bower, 
 KING and K S A M N Da 
 KING. 
 
 TH U S let my weary foul forget- 
 Rcrtlcfs glory, martial (Irifc, 
 Anxious plcafures of the great, 
 And gilded cares of life. 
 
 R O S A M N Dl 
 Thus let me lofe, in rifing joys, 
 Fierce impatience, fond defires, 
 Abfencc that fTatt'ring hope deftrojs,. 
 And life-confuming fires. 
 
 KING. 
 Kot the loud Britifh (houi that warms 
 The warrior's heart, oorclalhing arms, 
 Kor fields with hoflilc banners Orow*d, 
 Nor life on proftrate Gauls beftow'd. 
 Give half the joys that fill my breafV, 
 While with roy Rofamond I'm bled. 
 
 R U S A M O N D. 
 My Henry is my foul's delight. 
 My wifh by day,, my dream by night, 
 *Tis not in language to impart 
 The fecrct melting? of my heart* 
 "While I my conqueror furvey. 
 And look my very foul away. 
 
 KING. 
 O may the prcfent b!i s endure, 
 Fcom foriuDe, time, and death fccurel 
 
 &0T« 
 
Rosamond. ^ 
 
 BOTH. 
 
 * O may the prefent blifs endure I 
 KING. 
 My eye cou'd ever gaze, my ear 
 Thofe gentle fognds cou'd ever hear : 
 Bat oh ! with noon-day heats oppreft. 
 My aking temples call for rcfl J 
 In yon cool grotto's artfu] night 
 RefrelTiing (lumbers I'll invite. 
 Then Teelc again my a^bfent fair. 
 With all the love a heart can bear. ^Exit King, 
 
 ROSAMOND /*/«. 
 From whence this fad prefaging fear, 
 This fudden figh, this falling tear ? 
 Oft in my filent dreams by night 
 
 With fuch a look I've feen him ffy. ' 
 
 Wafted by angels to the sky. 
 And lofl in endlefs tracks of light ; 
 While I, abandon'd and forlorn, 
 To dark and difmal defarts born, 
 Through lonely wilds have feem'd to (Irajf, 
 A long, uncomfortable way* 
 
 * They^c fantoms all ; I'll think no more * 
 
 * My life has endlefs joys in ftore. 
 
 * Farewel forrow, farewel fear, 
 
 « They're fantoms all 1 my Henry's here. 
 
 ~ SCENE 
 
ROSAMOND. 
 
 SCENE II. 
 
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 APofiernGateoftheBo^er, '■■■} 
 
 C R I D E L I N E «»</ P A G £♦ 
 
 G R I D E L I N £• 
 
 Wy flomach fwclls with fecrct fpite, 
 To fee my fickle, faiihlefs Knighi, 
 With upright gcilurc, goodly mietw 
 Face of olive, coat of green, 
 That charm'd the Ladies long ag% 
 So little his own worth to know, 
 On a mecr girl his thoughts to place. 
 With dimpled cheeks, and baby face ; 
 A child ! a chit ! that was not borp, 
 'When 1 did town acd court adora. • 
 
 PAGE. 
 Cao any man prefer fifteea 
 f« f eiicrabie Cf idelioe \ 
 
 G R 1 D E L r N E, 
 He does, my child ; or tell mc why 
 With weeping eyei fo oft 1 fpy 
 His whiskers curled, and ihoe-ftrlngs ty'd> 
 A new Toledo by his Gde, 
 lo fhoulder-belt io trimly plac'd^ 
 "With band fo nicely fmooth'd and Iac*d. 
 
 PAGE. 
 If Rofamond his garb has viewed, 
 The Knight is falfe, the Nymph fubduMi 
 G R 1 D E L i N E. 
 My anxious boding heart divines 
 
 "•* fiiKhood by a thoufandiigos : 
 
 Oft 
 
ROSAMOND. 
 Oft o'er the lonely rocks he walks. 
 And to the foolifh Echo talks : 
 Oft in the glaft he rolls his ey^, 
 ^ut turns and Frowns if I am by • 
 Then my fond eafy heart beguilej. 
 And thinks of Rofamopf!, and fmiles. 
 
 PAGE. 
 Well may you feel thcfc foft alarms. 
 
 She has a heart . 
 
 G R I D E L I N E. 
 ' And he ha? eharms. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 Your fears are too juft 
 
 G R I D E L I N E. 
 '■ J Too plainly I've prov*d. 
 BOTH. 
 ' He loFCS and is lovM. 
 
 G R I D E L I N E. 
 
 * O mercilefs fate ! 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 * Deplorable (late ! 
 
 G R I D E L I N E, 
 
 * To die 
 
 PAGE. 
 » .- ! * To be flain, 
 
 Q R I D E L I N E. 
 
 * By a barbarous fwain, 
 
 BOTH. 
 
 * That laughs at your pain. 
 
 G R 1 D E JL T N E. 
 How fliou'd I a<5l ? caoft thou advife ? 
 
 p A <; E, 
 
 Open the gate, if you arc wife ; 
 1> in an uafufpe^ed hour, 
 
 Ma7 
 
x^ ROSAMOND 
 
 May catch 'cm dallying in the bower, 
 perhaps their loofc amours prevent. 
 And keep Sir Trully innocent. 
 
 G R I D E L I N E. 
 
 Thco art in truth 
 A forward youth 
 Of wit and parts above thy age; 
 ' Thou knowMour fex. Thou art a Page. 
 PAGE. 
 I'll ^0 what I can 
 To Turpi ifc the fdlfc man. 
 
 G R I D E L I N E. 
 Of fuch a faithful fpy I've need : • 
 Co in, and if thy plot fucceed. 
 Fair youth, tliou may'fl depend on this, 
 V\\ pay thy fervice with a kifs. t^xit Page. 
 
 -GRIDELINE fola, 
 
 * Pr'ythee Cupid no more 
 
 * Hurl ihy darts at threcTcore, 
 ' To thy girls and ihy boys 
 
 * Give thy pains and thy joys, 
 ' Let Sir Trulfy and me 
 
 * From thy fiolicks be free. [Ex. Crid^ 
 
 SCENE III. 
 
 PAG E/'/j/. 
 O the foit deliclcus view, 
 Ever charming, ever new ! 
 Greens of various Hiacics arife, 
 Deck'd with flow*ts of variour- dies; 
 Paths by meeting paths are croft, 
 Alleys in winding alleys loll ; 
 
 Fountain 
 
 f An opening Scene difcoYcrs another view of the Bower. 
 
ROSAMOND. 
 Fountains playing through the trees, 
 Cive coolnefs to the paffing breeze* 
 
 * A thoufand fiery fcenes appear, 
 
 * Here a grove, a grotto here, 
 
 * Here a rock, and" here aftream, 
 
 * Sweet delufion, 
 
 * Gay confufion, 
 
 * All a vifion, all a dream ! 
 
 SCENE IV. 
 
 Q. U E E N and PAGE. 
 
 Q^U E E N. 
 At length the bow'ry vaults appear \ 
 My bofom heaves, and pants with fear ; 
 A thoufand checks my heart controul, 
 A thoufand terrours Ihake my foul. 
 
 PAGE. 
 Behold the brazen jgatc unbarr'd ! 
 
 —She's fixt in thought, I am not heard lJ/>art* 
 
 QUEEN. 
 I fee, I fee ray hands enibruM 
 In purple (treams of reeking blood : 
 I fee the viilim gaip for breath, 
 And ftart in agonies of deatk : 
 I fee my raging dying Lord, 
 And O, i lee mylelf abhorr'd ! 
 
 PAGE. 
 My eyes overflow, my -lieart is rent 
 To hear Britannia's Queen lament. \,^df, 
 
 Qjj E E n: 
 
 "W' hat (hall my trembling foul purfuc ? 
 G 
 
 tiS 
 
§6 RO S A MO ND. 
 
 PAGE. 
 Behold, great Qijeeo, the place in view I 
 
 CLU E E N, 
 Yc pow'rs iDHruA me what to (!• I 
 PAGE. 
 That bowV will (how 
 The guilty foe. 
 
 QUEEN. 
 
 —It Is decreed it Ihall be fo; [y^/?/f a ^auft. 
 
 • i canrot fee my Lord repine 
 
 • (O that 1 could call him mine !) 
 
 • Why have not they mofl charms to move, 
 
 • Whofc bofoms burn with purcft love ! 
 
 PAGE. 
 Her heart with rage and fondnefs glows, 
 O jealoufy ! thou hell of woes ! t^Jf^^, 
 
 That coofcicus fccne of love contaiDt 
 The fatal caufe of all your pains : 
 In yonder flowr'y vale (he lies, 
 'V^"herc ihcfc fair-blofTom'd arbours rife, 
 Q^U K E N. 
 
 Let ushaHeto dcOroy 
 
 Her gijilt and her joy, 
 
 • Wild and frantick is my grief I 
 
 * Fury driving, "" 
 
 * Mercy driving, 
 
 • Heaven in pity fend relief I 
 
 * The pangs of love 
 « Ye pow'rs remove. 
 
 Or dart your thunder at my head : 
 
 * Love and defpair 
 
 * What heart can bear ! 
 Eafc my foul, or (Irike nic dead I \^ExeuHt^ 
 
 SCENE. 
 
ROSAMOND, 2i 
 
 SCENE V. 
 Tie Scene changes to the pMv'tUon at hefor^i, 
 
 ROSAMOND foh, . 
 
 * Tranfporting pleafurc ! who can tell it J 
 
 • When our longing eyes difcorer 
 
 • The kind, the dear, approachiug lovcr, 
 
 * Who can utter, or conceal it ! 
 
 A fudden motion (hakes the grove .• 
 I hear the ftcps of him I love ; 
 Prepare, my foul, to meet thy blifs ! 
 
 Death to my eyes j what fight is this ,' 
 The Queen, th' offended Queen, I fee ! 
 
 Open, O earth ! and fwallowmel 
 
 SCENE Vf. 
 
 Enter to her ths Q. U E E N nvlth a hoMil in ant 
 hand, and a daj^er in the ffihfri 
 
 QJJ E E N. 
 Thus arm'd with double death I come : 
 Behold, vain wretch, behold thy doom ? 
 Thy crimes to their full period tend, 
 And ibon by This, or This, (hall end. 
 ROSAMOND. 
 What (hall I fay, or how reply 
 To threats of injur'd majefty ? 
 
 QJJ E E N. 
 'Ti» guilt that docs thy tongue controal, 
 Or quickly drain the fatal bowl, 
 Or this right hand performs its part^ 
 And plants a dagger in thy heart, 
 
 Ca ROSA- 
 
:fc8 ROSAMOND. 
 
 ROSAMOND. 
 Can Britain's Queen give fuch comma»d5. 
 Or dip in blood ihofc facred hands ? 
 In her fhall fuch revenge be feen ? 
 Far be that from Britain's Queen ! 
 
 Q^U E E N^ 
 How black does my dcfign appear ! 
 Was ever mercy fo fevere ? ^^Jii^i 
 
 ROSAMOND. 
 
 • When tHes of youthful blood run high, 
 
 • And Tcenes of promised joys are nigh, 
 
 * Health prefuming, 
 
 • Beauty blooming, 
 
 • Oh how dreadfal 'tis ro die ! 
 
 Q_U E E N. 
 To thofe whom foul difliononrs flain. 
 Life itfelf Ihould be a pain. 
 
 ROSAMOND. 
 Who could refifl great Henry's charms, 
 •And drive the hero from her arms ? 
 « Thisk Gri ihe fofr, rhe tfnrier nre5> 
 
 • Melting thoughts and gay defires, 
 
 • That in your own warm bofom rife, 
 
 • When lanouifhing with lovefick eyes 
 
 • That great, that charming man you fc? : 
 « Think on yourfelf, and pity me ! 
 
 QUEEN. 
 And dofl thou thus thy guilt deplore ! 
 
 \Pfering the dagger to her hreaj}, 
 Prefumptuous woman ! plead no more ! 
 
 Rosamond; 
 
 O Queen, your lifted arm reftrain ! 
 Behold thefe tears I 
 
 QUEEN, 
 
ROSAMOND. 29 
 
 QJJ E E N. 
 i— — They flow b vain, 
 
 ROSAMOND. 
 Look with compaffion on my fate ! 
 O hear my fighs ! 
 
 CLU E E N. 
 — They rife too late. 
 Kope not a day's, an hour<|> reprieve, 
 
 ROSAMOND. 
 Tho' I live wretched, let me live. 
 In fome deep dungeon let me lie, 
 Cover'd from evVy human eye, 
 Banjfri'd the day, debarr'd-the light ; 
 Where fliades of everlafting night 
 May this unhappy face difarm, 
 And caft a ?eil o'er cv'ry charra : 
 Oifended heaven I*il there adore. 
 Nor fee the Sun, nor Henry more* 
 QJJ E EN. 
 
 • Moving language, fhining tears, 
 
 • Glowing guilt, and graceful fears, 
 
 • Kindling pity, kindling rage, 
 
 • At once provoke me, and afTwage. ^AJde, 
 
 R O S A M O iN D# 
 What (hall I do to pacify 
 Your kindled rengeancc ! 
 
 Q^U E E N» 
 —Thou (halt die . \P faring the dagger^ 
 
 ROSAMOND. 
 Give me but one fhori moment's ftay. 
 
 Q Henry, why fo far away ? C/^</^. 
 
 QJU E E N» 
 Prepare to welter in a flood 
 
 Of ftreamiflg gore. {Offering the dagger, 
 
 C 5 ROSA. 
 
50 ROSAMOND. 
 
 Rosamond. 
 
 O fpare my blood, 
 Aod let me grafp tiie deadly bowl. 
 
 {Takes the 6ov/i in her band, 
 au E EN. 
 Ye pow'rs, how pity rends my foul I {A fide, 
 
 ROSAMOND. 
 This profirate at your feeW fall. 
 O lei me fiill for mercy call J {Falling on h:r knets. 
 
 * Accept, great Queen, like injurM heaven, 
 
 * The foul that begs to be forgiven : 
 
 * If in (he latefl gafp oi breath, 
 
 * If in the dreadful pains of death, 
 
 * When the cold damp bedews yourbroW| 
 
 * You hope for mercy, fiiow it now. 
 
 QUEEN. 
 Mercy to lighter crimes is due, 
 Horrors and death (hall thine purfuc \pffering the dagger\ . 
 
 ROSAMOND. 
 Thus I prevent the fatal blow, [Dr/;;^/, 
 
 Whither, ah \ whither fliall ! go 1 
 
 Q^U E E N. 
 Where thy part life thou (halt lament, 
 And wifh thou hadlt been innocent. 
 
 ROSAMOND. 
 Tyrant ! to aggravate the ftroke, 
 And wound a heart, already broke ! 
 My dying foul with fury burns. 
 And lliphted griv;f to madncls turns, 
 
 ' Thi:ik not, thou author of my woe, 
 « That Rofamond will leave thee fo .* 
 • At dead of night, 
 « A gliiting ff light. 
 
TtOSAMOND. \ik 
 
 * With hideous fcrearas 
 
 * ril haunt thy dreams ; 
 
 * And when the painful nigh^ withdraws, 
 
 * My Henry fhall revenge my caufe. 
 
 O whither does my frenzy drive ! , 
 
 Forgive my rage, your wrongs forgive. 
 
 My veins are froze ; my blood grows chill j 
 
 The weary fprings of life ftand (till ; 
 
 The fleep of death benumbs all o'er 
 
 My fainting limbs, and I'm no more, [jFalls $n the c»uci» 
 
 QJJ E E N. 
 Hear and obferve your Queen's commands. 
 
 [To her attendants^ 
 Beneath thofe hills a Conrcnt ftands. 
 Where the fam'd 'f reams of Ifis ftray ; 
 Thither the breathlefs coarfe convey, 
 And bid the clcifter'd niaids with care 
 The due foleatnlties prepare. [Exeunt ivith the Body, 
 
 • When vanquKh'd foes beneath us lie, 
 
 • How great it is to bid then die ! 
 
 • But how much greater to forgive, 
 
 • And bid a vanquilh'd foe to live ! 
 
 SCENE VU, 
 
 Sir TRUST V in a Fright. 
 
 A breathlefs corps ! what have I feen ! 
 And follow'd by the jealous Queen I 
 It muft be (he ! my fears are tr«e : 
 The bowl of pois'nous juice 1 view« 
 How can the fam'd Sir Trudy live 
 To hear his Matter chide and grieve ? 
 No ! tho* I hate fuch bitter beer, 
 Fair Rofamond, I'll pledge thee heret [Drinksl 
 
 The 
 
5l ROSAMOND. 
 
 The King this doleful netvs fhall read 
 In lines of my ioditing : 
 '♦Great Sir, \WrUeu 
 
 ** Your Rofamond is dead 
 *' As I am at this prefcnt writing, 
 
 • The bower turns round, my brain's abu5'd> 
 ' The labyrinth grows more confus'd, 
 
 • The thickets dance 1 (Ireich, I yawn. 
 
 • Death has iripp'd up my heels — I'm gone, 
 
 SCENE v\n, 
 
 Q^U E E N fola. 
 
 The conflI(fl of my mind is o'er, 
 And RoJamoud (hall charm no more. 
 Hence ye fecrct damps of care. 
 Fierce difdain end cold dcfp^jr, 
 Hence ye fears and doubts remoTC ; 
 Hence grief and hate I 
 Ye pains that wait 
 On jcaloufy, the rage of love. 
 
 * My Henry fhall be mine aIone> 
 
 * The Hero fhall be all my own ; 
 
 * Nobler joys poffefs my heart 
 
 I Than crowns and fcepttrs cao impart. 
 
 ACT 
 
RO S A M Nti. ^^ 
 
 ACT III. SCENE I. 
 
 SCEN E a Grotto, HENRY ajleeffy a cloud de^ 
 /cendr, in it t'wt Angela fuppos'*d to be the Guardian 
 Spirits of the Britifti Kings in War and in Peace, 
 
 1 A N G E L. 
 
 BEHOLD th* unhappy Monarch there, 
 That claims our tutelary care ! 
 
 2 A N G E L, 
 In fields of death around his head 
 A fhield of adamant I fpread, 
 
 1 A N G E L, 
 In hours of peace, unfeen, unknown, 
 
 I hover o'er the Britifh throne. 
 
 2 A N G E L. 
 When hofts of foes with foes engage. 
 And round th* anointed hero rage. 
 The cleaving fauchion I mifguide. 
 And turn the feathered fhatt anaci- 
 
 I A N G E L; 
 When dark fermenting fa(5tions fwcll. 
 And prompt th' ambitious to rebel], 
 A thoufand terrors I impart,. 
 And damp the furious traitor's heart. 
 
 BOTH. 
 But oh what influence can move 
 The pangs of grief, and rage of love <! 
 
 2 ANGEL 
 ril fire his foul with mighty themes, 
 
 JTill Love before Ambition fly» 
 
 1 AN. 
 
84 ROSy^MO^D. 
 
 t ANGEL, 
 
 I'll footh hN circs !D picafing dreams, • 
 'TUl grief in joyful raptures die, 
 
 2 A N G E L. 
 ' Whatever g^orioai and rcnown'J 
 
 • In Brltifh annals can be found ; 
 
 • Whatever Sifliors (hall adorn 
 
 • Britannia's heroes, yet unborn, 
 
 • In dreadful vifions (ball fucceed ; 
 
 • On fancy'd fields the Gaul fhall bleed, 
 
 • Cic/fy (ball ftand before his eyes, 
 
 • And Agincouri and Blenheim rife, 
 
 1 A N G E L. 
 See, fee, he fmiles amidfl his trance. 
 And fbakes a vifionary lance, 
 His brain is Sll'd with loud alarms ; 
 Shouting ainiics, claO.ing arms. 
 The fofter pr'ints of love deface ; 
 And trumpets found in ev'ry trace, 
 BOTH. 
 
 • L.i^ , 4..ivCS 
 
 • The field Is won ! 
 *Fame revives, 
 
 • And love is gone. 
 1 A N G E L- 
 To calm thy grief, and and lull thy carcf. 
 
 Look up and fee 
 "UTiat, after long revolving years. 
 
 Thy bower (hall be ! 
 When time its beauties (hall deface; 
 And only with its ruins grace 
 The future profpe^ of the place. 
 
 Behold the glorious pile afcending I f 
 Columns fwelling, arches bending, 
 
 I Scene changes to the Flan of Blenheim caftlc, 
 
 pMiet 
 
ROSAMOND. 35 
 
 Domes in awful pomp arifing, 
 Alt ip curious llrokes furprifing. 
 Foes in (igur'd fights contending. 
 Behold the glorious pile afcending i 
 2 ANGEL. 
 He fees, he fees the great reward 
 For Anna's mighty Chief prepar'd : 
 His growing joys no meafure keep. 
 Too FchcmeDt and fierce for fleep . 
 I ANGEL. 
 
 * Let grief and love at once engage, 
 
 • His heart is proof to ail their pain ; 
 
 * Love may plead 
 
 2 ANGEL, 
 ■■ ' And grief may rage 
 
 BOTH. 
 « But both fliall plead and rage in rain, 
 [The /ingeii acenJy a fid the vijion difappeaft% 
 H E N R "i.ftarun^from tng Couch, 
 Where have my ravifh'd (cnfes been ; 
 "What joys, what wonders, have I fcen; 
 The fccne yet ftands berorc my eye, 
 A thoufand glorious deeig that lie 
 In deep futurity obfcure, 
 
 Fights and triunphs immature, ^ 
 
 Heroes immers'd in tmc's dark womb. 
 Ripening for mighty years to come, 
 Break ferth, and to the day difplay'd. 
 My foft inglorious hours upbraid. 
 TranTported with fo bright a fchenic. 
 My waking life appears a dream. 
 < Adieu, ye wanton (hades .^nd bowers, 
 ^ Wreath of myrtle, beds of flowers, 
 
 * Roff 
 
^6 ROSAMOND;. 
 
 * Rofy brakes, 
 
 • Silver lakes, 
 
 • To love and you 
 
 * A long adieu 1 
 
 O Rofamcnd, O rifing woe ! 
 
 A\ h> c'o my keeping eyes o'erflow ? 
 
 O Rolamond I U fair diilrcls'd ! 
 
 How fhali my heart, with grief opprefs'd. 
 
 Its unrclerjting purpole tell ; 
 
 And take the long, the laft farewel ! 
 
 • Rife, glory, rile in all thy cha.ms, 
 
 • Thy waving ciclt, and burniih'd arms, 
 
 • Spread thy gilded banners roand, 
 
 • Make thy thundering courfer bound, 
 
 • Bid the drum and trumpet joiu, 
 
 • Warm my foul with rage divuie; 
 
 • All thy pomps aiound thee call : 
 
 • To contjuer love will ask them all, [£'x;/. 
 
 SCENE ir. 
 
 *rhe fcene changes to that part of the ifower' where 
 Sir T tufty ltd upon the ground , 'with the bowl and 
 dagger on the table. 
 
 Enter QJJ E E N. 
 Every flar, and every pow'r, 
 Look dowo on this important hour ; 
 Lend your prote^ion and defence 
 Every guard of innocence ! 
 Heipme my Henry to afTwage, 
 To gala his love, or bear his rage. 
 
 MjT' 
 
^RO S AMO ND. 37 
 
 < Myflerious love, uncertaia trcafure, 
 ' Haft thou more of pain or plcafurc ! 
 
 • Chiird with tears, 
 
 * Kill'd with fears, 
 
 « Endlefs torments ^wcll about thcc : 
 • Yet who would live, and live without th€C^ 
 B«t oh the fight my foul ahirms ? 
 
 My Lord appears, I'm all on fire ! 
 Whf am I banilh'd from his arms ? 
 My hcatt's too full, I muft retire. 
 
 \Rciircs to th€ end of the Jhage^ 
 
 SCENE Itt. 
 KlUG and QJJ E E N. 
 
 KING. 
 
 ^ome dreadful birth of fate is near : 
 Or why, my foul, unus*d to fear, 
 'With fecret horror doft thou ftiakc ? 
 Can dreams fuch dire impreifions m^ke ! 
 "What means this folemn, filent ftiow'? 
 
 This pomp of death, this fcene of woe ! 
 Support mc, heav'n ! what's this I read ? 
 X) horror ! Rofamond is dead. 
 
 AVhat fhall I fay, or whether turn ? 
 
 With grief, and rage, and love, I bur« : 
 
 "From thought t o thought my foul is toil) 
 
 And in the whirle of paflioa loft. 
 
 Why did I not in battle fally 
 ."Crufh'd by the thunder of the Gaul? 
 
 Why did the fpear my bofom mifs ? 
 
 Ve pow'rs, was I refer? *d for tbi»! 
 
 Dif. 
 
33 ROSAMOND. 
 
 * Dlflra<5led with woe 
 Vril rufh on the foe 
 
 * To feek my relief : 
 
 * The fword or th-- dart 
 
 * Shall pierce my fad heart, 
 
 * And finifti my grief! 
 
 CLU E E N. 
 fain wouM my tongue his griefs appcafc, 
 And giFC his toriur'd bofom cafe. \^Afide^ 
 
 KING. 
 But fee ! the canfc of all my fears, 
 The fource of all my grief appears-! 
 No unexpedled guefl is here ; 
 The fatal bowl 
 Inform'd my foul 
 Eleonora was too near. 
 
 Q^U E E N, 
 Why do I here ray Lord receive \ 
 
 KING. 
 Is this the welcome that you give ? 
 Q^U E E N. 
 Thus fliou'd divided lovers meet ? 
 BOTH. 
 * And is It thus, ah ! thus we greet 1 
 
 CLU E E N. 
 What in thefe guilty (hades cou'd you, 
 iTiglorious conqueror, purfue ? 
 
 KING. 
 Cruel woman, what cou'd you \ 
 
 Q^U E E N. 
 Degenerate thoughts have fir'd your breads 
 
 KING. 
 The thirft of blood has yours pofTefs'd. 
 
 SCENE 
 
 1 
 
ROSAMOND, 39 
 
 Q^U E E N. 
 
 * A heart fo unrepcnting, 
 
 KING. 
 
 * A rage fo unrelenting, 
 
 BOTH. 
 ' Will for ever 
 * Love difTever, 
 
 * Will for ever break our reft 
 
 K I N G. 
 Floods of forrow will I fhed 
 
 To mourn the lovely (hade ! 
 My Rofamond, alas> is dead, 
 
 And where, O where convey'd i 
 
 * So bright a blocni, fo foft an air, 
 
 * Did ever nymph difclofe I 
 
 * The \\\y was not half fo fair, 
 
 * Nor half fo fweet the rofe. 
 
 Q^U E E N. 
 How is his heart with angui(h torn ! ^/J/id?, 
 
 My Lord, I cannot fee you mourn; 
 The living you lament : while I, 
 To he lamented fo, cou'd die, 
 KING, 
 The living } fpeak, oh fpeak again ! 
 Why will you dally with my pain ? 
 
 QUEEN. 
 Were your lov'd Rofamond alivCj 
 Wou'd not ray former wrongs revive ? 
 
 KING. 
 Oh no ; by Vifions from above 
 Prepar'd for grief, and free'd from love, 
 I came to take my laft adieu. 
 
 QJJ E E N. 
 How am I blefs'd if this be true ! ■ [4/tde* 
 
 n z KING. 
 
40 ROSAMOND. 
 
 KING. 
 
 And leave th' unKafpy nymph for you, 
 BatO!. I . 
 
 QUEEN, 
 Forbear, my Lord, to gricTe, 
 And know your Rofamond does live. 
 ' If 'tis joy to wound a lover, 
 
 * How niuchmorc to give him eafe ? 
 
 * When his paflion we dilcover, 
 
 • Oh how plcafing 'tis to pleafe ! 
 
 * 7 he blifs returns, and we receive 
 
 * Tranfports greater than we give. 
 
 KING. 
 O qiickly reUie 
 This riddle of fate i 
 My impatience forgive. 
 Docs RofaiBond live ? 
 
 Q^U KEN." 
 The bowl, with drowffy juices fiU'd, 
 From cold Egyptiap drugs diftill'd, 
 fn borrowed death has clos'd her eyes ;. 
 But foon the waking nymph (hall rife. 
 And, in a convent plac'd, admire 
 The cloifter'd walls and virgin choire: 
 With them in fongs and hymns divine 
 The beauteous penitent (hall join^ 
 And bid the guilty world adieu. 
 KING. 
 How am I Weft if this be true ! C#^* 
 
 QJJ E E N. 
 AtoniDg for hcrfclfand you. 
 
 KING, 
 I a(k no more ! fccure the fair 
 :bi life and blii4 ; 1 a(k,QOt where : 
 
JR.OSJMOND. 41 
 
 lor eyer from my fancy fled 
 May the whole world believe hex dead, 
 That no foul miniHer of vice 
 Again my fioking foul intice. 
 Its broken pailion to renew. 
 But let me live and die with you. 
 Q^U E E N. 
 How does my heart for fuch a prizCL- 
 The vain cenforious world dcfpife, 
 Thoi* diftant ages, yet unborn. 
 For Rofamond (hall falfly mourn ; 
 And with the prefent times agree, 
 To brand my name with cruelty ; 
 How does my heart for fuch a prize 
 The vain cenforious world defpife ! 
 
 But fee your (lave, while yet I fpeak, 
 From his dull trance unfejtter*4 break ! 
 As he the potion fhall furvive 
 Believe your Rofamond alive. 
 
 K I N G;. 
 G happy day ! O pleafing view ! 
 
 My Queen forgives 
 
 Q^U E E H, 
 ■ " My Lord is true. 
 
 KING. 
 'No more Til change, 
 
 Q^U E E N. 
 * No more I'll g.rieve : 
 
 B Q T H> 
 •But ever thus up'aed live. 
 
 Sir TRUSTY anaaking. 
 In which world anil li all I fee^ 
 Ef'ry thicket, bufli and tree, 
 
4« ROSAMOND 
 
 So like the place from whence f came, 
 That one wou'd fwear it were the fame. 
 My fcrmer legs too, by their pace ! 
 And by the whiskers, *tis my face ! 
 The felf fame habit, garb and mein ! 
 They ne'er wou'd bury me in green; 
 
 SCENE IV* 
 G R I D E L I N E a«^ 5/> TRUSTY. 
 
 G R I D E L I N B. 
 
 Have I then liv'd to fee this hour. 
 And took thee in ihe very bow'r? 
 
 Sir T R U S T Y. 
 Widow Trufly, why fo fine? 
 "Why doft thou thus in colours flune? 
 Thou fhould'ft thy husband's death bewail 
 In fable vefture, peak and veil. 
 
 G R I D E L I N E. 
 Forbear thefe foolifh freaks, and fee 
 How our good King and Queen agree:. 
 Why fliou'd not we their ftcps purfu€>. 
 And do as our fuperiors do ? 
 
 Sir T R U S T Y. 
 Am I bewitch'd, or do I dream ? 
 1 know not who, or where I am» 
 Or what I hear, or what Hee ; 
 But this Tm fure, howe'er it be. 
 It fuits a perfon in my ftatlon 
 T'oblerve the mode, and be in falhion. 
 Then let not Gridelinethe chafte 
 Offended be for what is pa(t, 
 And hence anew my vows I plight 
 To be a faiithful courteous knighu 
 
 CRl- 
 
ROSAMOND. 43 
 
 G R I D E L 1 N E. 
 "I'll too my plighted vows renew, 
 ^ince 'tis fo courtly to be true. 
 
 * Since conjugal paffioa 
 ' Is con!s^ irto fafhion, 
 
 * And marriage fo biefton the throne is, 
 
 * Like a Venus I'll (hine, 
 
 * Be fond and be fine, 
 
 * And Sir Trufly (hall be my Adonis. 
 
 Sir T R U S T Y. 
 
 * And Sir Trufty (hall be thy Adonis, 
 
 T6eK I H G andQJJ EEN advancing, 
 KING. 
 Who to forbidden joys wou'd rove. 
 That knows the fweets of virtuous love ? 
 Hymen, thou fource of chafte delights, 
 'Chearfu! days, and blifsful nights. 
 Thou doft untainted joys difpenfe. 
 And pleafure join with innocence: 
 Thy raptures laft, and are fincere 
 From future grief and prefent feat, 
 
 BOTH. 
 ^ Who to forbidden joys wou'd rove. 
 * That knows the fweets of virtuous love ? 
 
 FINIS.