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While I, abandoned and forlorn,
They're phantoms all! my Henry's here.
GRIDELINE and PAGE.
To see my fickle, faithless knight,
When I did town and court adorn.
any man prefer fifteen
To venerable Grideline ? GRID. He does,
child: ; or tell me why
With band so nicely smoothed and laced. PAGE. If Rosamond his garb has viewed,
The knight is false, the nymph subdued.
His falsehood by a thousand signs :
And thinks of Rosamond, and smiles.
She has a heart GRID.
And he has charms.
PAGE. Your fears are too just.
To be slain
I, in an unsuspected hour,
And keep Sir Trusty innocent.
A forward youth,
Thou art a page.
To surprise the false man.
Go in, and if thy plot succeed,
I'll pay thy service with a kiss. [Exit PAGE. GRID. sola. Prithee, Cupid, no more
Hurl thy darts at threescore;
Alleys in winding alleys lost;
Fountains playing through the trees,
A thousand fairy scenes appear,
QUEEN and PAGE.
My bosom heaves, and pants with fear:
soul. Page. Behold the brazen gate unbarred !
-She's fixt in thought, I am not heard-- [Apart. QUEEN. I see, I see my hands embrued
In purple streams of reeking blood:
And oh, I see myself abhorred!
To hear Britannia's queen lament. [Aside. QUEEN. What shall my trembling soul pursue ?
PAGE. Behold, great queen, the place in view ! QUEEN. Ye powers, instruct me what to do! PAGE.
That bower will show
The guilty foe.
I cannot see my lord repine,
Whose bosoms burn with purest love ?
O jealousy, thou hell of woes! [Aside.
Let us haste to destroy
Her guilt and her joy.
thunder at my your
What heart can bear?
SCENE V.-The Scene changes to the Pavilion as before.
When our longing eyes discover
The kind, the dear approaching lover,
-Death to my eyes; what sight is this ?
Enter to her the QUEEN, with a Bowl in one hand, and a
Dagger in the other.
Behold, vain wretch, behold thy doom!
And soon by this, or this, shall end.
To threats of injured majesty ?
Or quickly drain the fatal bowl,
Rosa. Can Britain's queen give such commands,
Or dip in blood those sacred hands ?
be seen ?
revenge Far be that from Britain's queen! QUEEN. How black does my design appear!
Was ever mercy so severe ? [Aside. Rosa. When tides of youthful blood run high, And scenes of promised joys are nigh,
Life itself should be a pain.
And drive the hero from her arms ?
Think on yourself, and pity me!
[ Offering the dagger to her breast. Presumptuous woman, plead no more! Rosa. O queen, your
lifted arm restrain ! Behold these tears! QUEEN.
They flow in vain. Rosa. Look with compassion on my fate.
O hear my sighs! QUEEN.
They rise too late.
In some deep dungeon let me lie,
Nor see the sun, nor Henry more.
Glowing guilt, and graceful fears,