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But see your llave, while yet I speak,
From his dull trance unfetter'd break!
As he the potion shall survive
Believe your Rofamond alive.

KING
O happy day! O pleasing view!
My Queen forgives

QUE EN
My Lord is true.

KING.
No more I'll change.

QUEEN No more I'll grieve :

BOT H.
But ever thus united live.

Sir TRUST r awaking,
In which world am I! all I see,
Ev'ry thicket, bush and tree,
So like the place from whence I came;
That one wou'd fwear it were the same.
My foriner legs too, by their pace!
And by the whiskers, 'tis my face!
The self-fame habit, garb and inien!
They ne'er wou'd bury me in green,

VOL. II.

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SCENE SCENE IV.

GRID E LINE and Sir TRUST Y.

GRID ELI N E.
Have I then liv'd to see this hour,
And took thee in the

very

bow'r ?

Sir T RUSTY.
Widow Trusty, why so fine?
Why dost thou thus in colours thine ?
Thou should'st thy husband's death bewail
In sable vesture, peak and veil.

G R I DE L IN E.
Forbear these foolish freaks, and see
How our good King and Queen agree.
Why shou'd not we their steps pursue,
And do as our fuperiors do?

Sir T R US TY.
Am I bewitch'd, or do I dream ?
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know not who, or where I am,
Or what I hear, or what I fee;
But this l'in fure, howe'er it be,
It suits a person in my station
T'observe the mode, and bein fashion.
Then let' not Grideline the chaste
Offended be for what is past,
And hence anew my vows I plight
To be a faithful courteous knight.

GRID ELIN E.
I'll too my plighted vows icnew,
Since 'tis so courtly to be true.

Since conjugal paflion,

Is come into fashion,
And marriage so blest on the the throne is,

Like a Venus I'll shine,

Be fond and be fine,
And Sir Trusty sball be my Adonis.

Sir TRUST Y.
And Sir Trusty sball be thy Adonis.

The KING and QUEEN advancing

KING.
Who to forbidden joys wou'd rove,
That knows the sweets of virtuous love?
Hymen, thou source of chaste delights,
Chearful days, and blissful nights,
Thou doft untainted joys dispense,
And pleasure join with innocence:
Thy raptures last, and are sincere
From future grief and present fear.

BOTH.
Who to forbidden joys wou'd rove,
That knows the sweets of virtuous love?

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