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Through all the mazes of the grove,
To rend my breast, i
And break my rest,
Absence wounds me,
Guilt confounds me,
What heart of stone
Can hear her moan,
The pleasures of this happy place!
To me the rose
Has lost its scent:
From death and alarms
Fly, fly to my arms,
SIR TR. How much more blessed would lovers be,
Did all the whining fools agree
To live like Grideline and me! [Apart.
And tremble at thy future fate!
And end at once his life and mine.
If she turns honest, I'm undone! [Apart.
I'll lay me down and weep,
Bewail myself asleep;
With gentle murmuring streams,
Raise sadly pleasing dreams. [Exit Rosa. Sir Tr., solus. What savage tiger would not pity
A damsel so distressed and pretty;
MESSENGER and SIR TRUSTY.
Mess. Great Henry comes ! with love opprest;
Prepare to lodge the royal guest.
Sir Tr. The bower and lady both are drest,
And ready to receive their guest.
And royal progeny unseen ;)
The message that himself bath sent !
With hat in hand,
And must endeavour
Enter KING HENRY after a flourish of trumpets. KING. Where is my love! my Rosamond ? Sir Tr. First, as in strictest duty bound,
I kiss your royal hand. KING. Where is
I welcome you to land.
Methodical in what I say.
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,
Adorned with every charm and grace?
I'm all desire!
My heart 's on fire,
And leaps and springs to her embrace. SIB TR. At the sight of her lover
She 'll quickly recover.
What place will you choose
For first interviews ?
In yon pavilion made for love,
The particoloured gay alcove.
Has chose the most convenient gloom;
Has trees so thick, and shades so dark.
To guard the bower, and watch the gate :
Wishes rising !
Joys ensuing !
SCENE I.-A Pavilion in the middle of the Bower.
KING and ROSAMOND.
KING. Thus let my weary soul forget
Restless glory, martial strife,
And gilded cares of life.
Fierce impatience, fond desires,
And life-consuming fires.
The warrior's heart, nor clashing arms,
breast, While with my Rosamond I'm blest. Rosa. My Henry is my soul's delight,
My wish by day, my dream by night.
And look my very soul away,
From fortune, time, and death secure !
Those gentle sounds could ever hear :
With all the love a heart can bear. [Exit King Rosa., sola. From whence this sad presaging fear,
This sudden sigh, this falling tear?
With such a look I've seen him fly,
Wafted by angels to the sky,