At home thou feeft thy Queen enraged,
Abroad thy abfent Lord engaged
In wars, that may our loves disjoin,
And end at once his life and mine.

Sir TRUST Y.

Such cold complaints befit a nun:
If the turns honeft, I'm undone !
ROSAMON D.

Beneath fome hoary mountain
I'll lay me down and weep,
Or near Jome warbling fountain
Bewail myself afleep;
Where feather'd choirs combining

With gentle murm'ring fireams,
And winds in confort joining,

Raife fadly-pleafing dreams.
Sir TRUSTY folus.

What favage tiger would not pity
A damfel fo diftrefs'd and pretty!
But ha! a found my bower invades,

[Apart.

And echoes through the winding fhades 'Tis Henry's march! the tune I know: A meffenger! It must be fo.

***

[Exit Rof.

[Trumpets flourifb.

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SCENE V.

A MESSENGER and Sir TRUST Y.

MESSENGER.

Great Henry comes! with love oppreft;
Prepare to lodge thy royal guest.
From purple fields with slaughter spread,
From rivers chok'd with heaps of dead,
From glorious and immortal toils,
Loaden with honour, rich with spoils,
Great Henry comes! Prepare thy bower
To lodge the mighty conqueror.

Sir TRUSTY. The bower and Lady both are dreft, And ready to receive their guest.

MESSENGER.

Hither the victor flies, (his Queen
And royal progeny unfeen ;)
Soon as the British fhores he reach'd,
Hither his foaming courfer ftretch'd;
And fee! his eager steps prevent
The meffage that himself hath fent!
Sir TRUST r.

Here will I ftand

With hat in hand,

Obfequiously to meet him,

And muft endeavour

At behaviour,

That's fuitable to greet him.

SCENE

SCENE VI.

Enter King Henry after a flourish of Trumpets.

KING.

Where is my love! my Rofamond!

Sir TRUSTY.

First, as in ftri&teft duty bound,
I kiss your royal hand.

KING.

Where is

my life! my Rofamond!

Sir TRUSTY.

Next with fubmiffion moft profound,
I welcome you to land.
KING.

Where is the tender, charming fair!
Sir TRUSTY.

Let me appear, great Sir, I pray,
Methodical in what I fay.

KING.

Where is my love, O tell me where !
Sir TRUST Y.

For when we have a Prince's ear,
We should have wit,
To know what's fit

For us to fpeak, and him to hear,

KING.

Thefe dull delays, I cannot bear.
Where is my love, O tell me where !

Sir TRUST Y.

I fpeak, great Sir, with weeping eyes,
She raves, alas! fhe faints, fhe dies.
KING.

What doft thou fay? I fhake with fear.
Sir TRUSTY.

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 Rofamond,
So fair, fo faithful, and so fond,
Adorn'd with ev'ry charmi and grace!

I'm all defire!

My heart's on fire,

And leaps and springs to her embrace.
Sir TRUST r.

At the fight of her lover
She'll quickly recover.

What place will you choose
For first interviews ?
KING.

Full in the center of the grove,
In yon pavilion made for love,
Where woodbines, rofes, jeffamines,
Amaranths, and eglantines,
With intermingling fweets have wove
The particolour'd gay alcove.

Sir TRUSTY.

Your Highness, Sir, as I prefume,
Has chose the most convenient gloom;
There's not a spot in all the park
Has trees fo thick, and fhades fo dark.
KING.

Mean-while with due attention wait

To guard the bower, and watch the gate;
Let neither envy, grief, nor fear,
Nor love-fick jealousy appear;

Nor fenfelefs pomp, nor noise intrude
On this delicious folitude ;

But pleasure reign through all the grove,
And all be peace, and all be love.

Oh the pleafing pleasing anguish
When we love, and when we languish!

Wifbes rifing!

Thoughts furprising !
Pleasure courting!

Charms tranfporting!

Fancy viewing
Foys enfuing!

O the pleafing, pleafing anguifb!

[Exeunt.

ACT