SIR TR. Through all the mazes of the grove, Full of grief and full of love. And break my rest, A thousand thousand ills combine. Fear surrounds me, Guilt confounds me, Was ever passion crossed like mine? Can hear her moan, And not in dumps so doleful join? [Apart. Rosa. How does my constant grief deface The pleasures of this happy place! In vain the spring my senses greets In all her colours, all her sweets; To me the rose No longer glows, Every plant Has lost its scent: The vernal blooms of various hue, Purple scenes, Winding greens, Birds delighting, (Nature's softest, sweetest store,) Fly to my arms, my monarch, fly! SIR TR. How much more blessed would lovers be, [Apart. And tremble at thy future fate! If she turns honest, I'm undone! [Apart. ROSA. Beneath some hoary mountain I'll lay me down and weep, Or near some warbling fountain Where feathered choirs combining With gentle murmuring streams, [Exit Rosa. SIR TR., solus. What savage tiger would not pity A damsel so distressed and pretty; But hah! a sound my bower invades, [Trum. flor. 'Tis Henry's march! the tune I know: A messenger! It must be so. SCENE V. MESSENGER and SIR TRUSTY. MESS. Great Henry comes! with love opprest; From purple fields with slaughter spread, SIR TR. The bower and lady both are drest, SIR TR. Soon as the British shores he reached, With hat in hand, That's suitable to greet him. SCENE VI. Enter KING HENRY after a flourish of trumpets. KING. Where is my love! my Rosamond? KING. Where is my life! my Rosamond? KING. Where is the tender, charming fair? KING. Where is my love, O tell me where? SIR TR. For when we have a prince's ear, We should have wit, To know what's fit For us to speak, and him to hear. KING. These dull delays I cannot bear. Where is my love, O tell me where? SIR TR. I speak, great sir, with weeping eyes, She raves, alas! she faints, she dies. KING. What dost thou say? I shake with fear. SIR TR. Nay, good my liege, with patience hear. She raves, and faints, and dies, 'tis true; But raves, and faints, and dies for you. KING. Was ever nymph like Rosamond, So fair, so faithful, and so fond, SIB TR. Adorned with every I'm all desire! charm and grace? My heart's on fire, And leaps and springs to her embrace. What place will you choose KING. Full in the centre of the grove, With intermingling sweets, have wove SIR TR. Your Highness, sir, as I presume, Has trees so thick, and shades so dark. Nor senseless pomp, nor noise intrude But pleasure reign through all the grove, Oh the pleasing, pleasing anguish, Wishes rising! Thoughts surprising! Pleasure courting! Charms transporting! Fancy viewing Joys ensuing! Oh the pleasing, pleasing anguish! [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I-A Pavilion in the middle of the Bower. KING and ROSAMOND. KING. THUS let my weary soul forget ROSA. Thus let me lose, in rising joys, KING. Not the loud British shout that warms Those gentle sounds could ever hear: [Exit King. ROSA., sola. From whence this sad presaging fear, This sudden sigh, this falling tear? |