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A Pavilion in the middle of the Bower.

KING and ROSA MOND.

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KING.
HU S let my weary soul forget

Restless glory, martial ftrife,
Anxious pleasures of the great,
And gilded cares of life.

ROSA MO N D. Thus let me lose, in rifing joys,

Fierce impatience, fond desires,
Absence that flatering hopes destroys,
And life-consuming fres.

KING,
Not the loud British shout that warms
The warrior's heart, nor clashing arms,
Nor fields with hostile banners strow'd,
Nor life on proftrate Gauls bestow'd,
Give half the joys that fill my breast,
While with my Rofamond I'ın bleft.

ROSA

ROS A MON D.
My Henry is my soul's delight,
My wish by day, my dream by night.
'Tis not in language to impart
The secret meltings of my heart,
While I my conqueror survey,
And look my very soul away.

KING.
O may the present blifs endure,
From fortune, time, and death secure!

BO'T H.
O may the present bliss endure !

KING
My eye could ever gaze, nay ear
Those gentle sounds could ever hear:
But oh! with noon-day heats oppreft,
My aking temples call for reft!
In yon cool grotto's artful night
Refreshing slumbers I'll invite,
Then feek again my absent fair,
With all the love a heart can bear.

ROS AMOND fola.
From whence this fad presaging fear,
This sudden figh, this falling tear?
Oft in my silent dreams by night

With such a look I've seen him fly,

Wafted by angels to the sky, And loft in endless tracts of light;

[Exit King

While I, abandon'd and forlorn,
To dark and dismal deserts borne,
Through lonely wilds have seem'd to stray,
A long, uncomfortable way.

They're fantoms all; Ill think no more:
My life has endless joys in fiore.
Farewel forrotu, farewel fear,
They're fantoms all! my Henry's here.

SCENE

II.

A Poftern Gate of the Bower.

GRID ELINE and PA GL.

GRID E L IN E.
My stomach swells with secret spite,
To fee my fickle, faithlefs Knight,
With upright geiture, goodly mien,
Face of olive, coat of green,
That charm’d the Ladies long ago,
So little his own worth to know,
On a mere girl his thoughts to place,
With dimpled cheeks, and baby face;
A child! a chit! that was not born,
When I did town and court adorn,

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P A G E.
Can any man prefer fifteen
To venerable Grideline ?

GRID ELI N E.
He does, my child; or tell me why
With weeping eye so oft I spy
His whiskers curld, and shoe-strings ty’d,
A new toledo by his side,
In fhoulder-belt fo trimly plac'd,
With band so nicely smooth'd and lacid.

P A G E.
If Roamond his garb has view'd,
The Knight is false, the nymph subdu’de

GRID E L I N E.
My anxious boding heart divines
His falshood by a thousand signs:
Oft o'er the lonely rocks he walks,
And to the foolish echo talks :
Oft in the glass he rolls his eye,
But turns and frowns if I am by ;
Then my fond eafy heart beguiles,
And thinks of Rifamond and smiles.

PA, G E.
Well may you feel these soft alarms,
She has a heart-

GRID E L I N E.
And he has charins.

P A G E. P A G E. Your fears are too juft

GRID ELIN E. - Too plainly I've prov'd.

В ОТН. He loves and is lov’d.

GRIDELINE. O merciless fate!

P A G E. Deplorable fate!

GRID ELIN E. To die

PAGE.
-To be flain

GRID E L I N E. By a barbarous fwain,

BOTH. That laughs at your pain.

GRID ELIN E. How shou'd I act: canst thou advise?

PAGE. gate,

if 1, in an unsuspected hour, May catch 'em dallying in the bower, Perhaps their loose amours prevent, And keep Sir Trusty innocent.

GRIDELINE.
Thou art in truth
A forward youth,

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