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But fee your slave, 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

QUEEN.

-My Lord is true.

KING.

No more I'll change.

QUEEN.

No more I'll grieve:

BOTH.

But ever thus united live.

Sir TRUSTY awaking.

In which world am I! all I fee,
Ev'ry thicket, bush and tree,

So like the place from whence I came;
That one wou'd fwear it were the same.
My former legs too, by their pace!
And by the whiskers, 'tis my face!
The felf-fame habit, garb and mien!
They ne'er wou'd bury me in green.

VOL. II.

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SCENE

SCENE IV.

GRIDELINE and Sir TRUSTY.

GRIDELINE.

Have I then liv'd to fee this hour,

And took thee in the very bow'r?

Sir TRUST Y.

Widow Trufly, why fo fine?

Why doft thou thus in colours thine ?
Thou should ft thy hufband's death bewail
In fable vefture, peak and veil.

GRIDELINE.

Forbear thefe foolish freaks, and fee
How our good King and Queen agree.
Why thou'd not we their fteps purfue,
And do as our fuperiors do?

Sir TRUST Y.

Am I bewitch'd, or do I dream?

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It

fuits a perfon in my station

T'obferve the mode, and be in fashion.

Then let not Grideline the chafte

Offended be for what is past,
And hence anew my vows I plight
To be a faithful courteous knight.

GRIDELINE.

I'll too my plighted vows icnew,

Since 'tis fo courtly to be true.

Since conjugal paffion,

Is come into fashion,

And marriage fo bleft on the the throne is,
Like a Venus I'll fine,

Be fond and be fine,

And Sir Trufty fhall be my Adonis.

Sir TRUSTY.

And Sir Trufty fhall 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 fource of chafte delights,
Chearful days, and blissful nights,
Thou doft untainted joys difpenfe,
And pleasure join with innocence:
Thy raptures laft, and are fincere

From future grief and prefent fear.

BOTH.

Who to forbidden joys wou'd rove,

That knows the fweets of virtuous love?

OTHE

CATO.

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