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Of wit and parts above thy age;
I'll do what I can
To furprise the falfe man.
Of fuch a faithful fpy I've need:
To thy girls and thy boys
the foft delicious view,
Deck'd with flow'rs of various dyes;
An opening fcene discovers another view of the bower.
Fountains playing through the trees,
A thoufand fairy fcenes appear,
All a vifion, all a dream!
QUEEN and PAGE.
At length the bow'ry vaults appear!
I fee, I fee my hands imbru'd
In purple ftreams of reeking blood:
My eyes o'erflow, my heart is rent
What shall my trembling foul purfue?
Behold, great Queen, the place in view!
Ye pow'rs inftruct me what to do!
That bow'r will show
The guilty foe.
-It is decreed-it fhall be fo;
I cannot fee my Lord repine,
Her heart with rage and fondness glows,
That confcious fcene of love contains
Let us hafte to deftroy
Her guilt and her joy.
[After a pause.
Wild and frantic is my grief!
Heaven in pity fend relief!
Ye pow'rs remove,
Or dart your thunder at my head :
What beart can bear!
Eafe my foul, or ftrike me dead
The Scene changes to the Pavilion as before.
ROSAMON D Sola.
Tranfporting pleasure, who can tell.it!
-Death to my eyes; what fight is this!
-Open, O earth! and fwallow me!.
Enter to her the QUEEN with a bowl in one hand, and a dagger in the other.
Thus arm'd with double death I come:
What fhall I fay, or how reply
Tis guilt that does thy tongue controul.
ROSAM O N D.
Can Britain's Queen give such commands,
How black does my defign appear!
When tides of youthful blood runs high,