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Hence ye secret damps of care,
Fierce disdain, and cold despair.
Hence

ye

fears and doubts remove ;
Hence grief and hate!

Ye pains that wait
On jealousy, the rage of love.

My Henry sball be mine alone,
The bero shall be all my own;
Nubler joys posless my beart,
Than crgruns and scepterscan impart.

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A CT III. .

SCENE I.

SCENE a grotto, HENRY asleep, a cloud de

scends, in it two angels suppos'd to be the guardian Spirits of the British Kings in war and in peace.

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I A N G E L.
EHOLD the unhappy monarch there,
That claims our tutelary care !

2 ANG E L.
In fields of death around his head
A shield of adamant I spread.

I ANGE L.
In hours of peace, unseen, unknown,
I hover o'er the British throne.

.2 A N G E L.
When hofts of foes with foes engage,
And round th' anointed' hero rage,
The cleaving faulchion I misguide,
And turn the feather'd shaft aside.

1 A N G E Los
When dark fermenting factions fwell,
And prompt th' ambitious to rebel,
A thousand terrors I impart,
And damp the furious traitor's heart,

BOTH.

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BOT H.
But oh what influence can remove
The pao33 of grief, and rage of love!

2. ANG Å L.
['ll fire his foul with mighty themes
'Till love before ambition ily.

I A N G E L.
* PH footh his cares in pleafing dreains,
'Till grief in joyful raptures die.

2 ANGE L.
Whatever glorious and renown'd
On British annals can be found;
Whatever actions fall adorn
Britannia's heroes, yet unborn,
In dreadful visions fball succeed;
On fancy'd fields tbe Gaul fball bleed,
Cressy sball fand before his eyes,
And Agincourt and Blenheim rifon

I ANGE L.
See, see, he smiles amidst his trance, ';
And shakes a visionary lance,
His brain is filld with loud alarms;
Shouting armies, clashing arms,
The softer prints of love deface;
And trumpets found in ev'ry traces .

si! BOTH
Glory strives !

The field is won !
Fame revives,
And love is gone.

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I A N G E L. To calm thy grief, and lull thy cares,

Look

up

and fee
What after long revolving years,

Thy bower shall be !
When, time its beauties shall deface,
And only with its ruins grace,
The future prospect of the place.

Behold the glorious pile ascending !*
Columns swelling, arches bending,
Domes in awful pomp arising,
Art in curious strokes surprising,
Foes in figur'd fights contending,
Behold the glorious pile ascending!

2 ANGE L.
He sees, he sees the great reward
For Anna's mighty chief prepar'd:
His growing joys no measure keep,
Too vehement and fierce her deep,

I ANGE L.
Let grief and love at once engage,
His beart is proof to all their pain ;
Love may pleada

.2 ANGEL,
-And grief may rage

BOT H. But both foall plead and rage in vain.

[The angels ascend, and the vifion disappears * Scene changes to the plan of Blenheim-castle.

HENRY,

HE N R Y, farting from the couch. Where have my ravish'd senses been! What joys, what wonders, have I seen! The scene

yet

stands before my eye,
A thousand glorious deeds that lie
In deep futurity obscure,
Tights and triumphs immature,
Heroes inmers'd in tine's dark womb,
Ripening for mighty years to come,
Break forth, and, to the day display'd,
My soft inglorious hours upbraid.
Transported with so bright a scheme,
My waking life appears a dream.
Adieu, ye wanton hades and bowers,
Wreaths of myrtle, beds of flowers,

Rosy brakes;
Silver lakes,
To love and you

A long adieu !
O Rosamond! Ō rifing woe!
Why do my weeping eyes o'erflow?
O Rofamond! O fair distressd,
How shall my heart, with grief oppress'd,
Its unrelenting purpose tell ;
And take the long, the last fareweb!

Rife, glory, rife in all tby charms,
Thy waving creft, and burnish'd arms,

Spread eby gilded banners round,
Make t by ebundering courser bound,

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