I see, QUEEN. I see my hands imbru'd In purple streams of reeking blood: PAGE. My eyes o'erflow, my heart is rent QUEEN. What shall my trembling soul pursue? PAGE. Behold, great queen, the place in view! 3. QUEEN. Ye pow'rs instruct me what to do! } PAGE. That bow'r will show The guilty foe,¦.. QUEEN. [Aside. -It is decreed-it shall be so; [After a pause. "I cannot see my lord repine (O that I could call him mine!) Why have not they most charms to move, PAGE. Her heart with rage and fondness glows. That conscious scene of love contains In yonder flow'ry vale she lies, Where those fair-blossom'd arbors rise. [Aside. The pangs of love Or dart your thunder at my head: What heart can bear? Ease my soul, or strike me dead!" [Exeunt. The Scene changes to the Pavilion as before. 66 Transporting pleasure!, who can tell it! old ytsa! A sudden motion shakes the grove: O Enter to her, the Queen with a Bowl in one hand, and ya Dagger in the other. QUE EEN. Thus arm'd with double death I come: ROSAMOND. What shall I say, or how reply 1 'Tis guilt that does thy tongue control. ROSA MOND. Can Britain's queen give such commands, QUEEN. How black does my design appear? 1.1, 6 ROSA MOND.' [Aside. "When tides of youthful blood run high, And scenes of promis'd joys are high, Health presuming, Beauty blooming, Oh how dreadful 'tis to die Polo A To those whom foul dishonours stain, Who could resist great Henry's charms, "Think on the soft, the tender fires, QUEENTH buon › [Offering the dagger to her breast. Presumptuous woman! plead no more! ROSAMOND. O queen, your lifted arm restrain! Hope not a day's, an hour's reprieve.! -1. ROSAMON D. Though I live wretched, let me live. QUEEN!!! Moving language, shining tears, Glowing guilt, and graceful fears, Kindling pity, kindling rage, At once provoke me, and assuage." [Aside. Give me but one short moment's stay. -O Henry, why so far away? QUEEN. ཎྞེ་ Prepare to welter in a flood [Aside. Of streaming gore. [Offering the dagger. ROSAMOND. O spare my blood, And let me grasp the deadly bowl. [Takes the bowl in her hand. QUEEN. Ye pow'rs, how pity rends my soul! [Aside. ROSAMONd. Thus prostrate at your feet I fall. 66 [Falling on her knees. Accept, great queen, like injur'd heaven, The soul that begs to be forgiven: If in the latest gasp of breath, If in the dreadful pains of death, renT Mercy to lighter crimes is due, Horrors and death shall thine pursue. [Offering the dagger. SOME GROSAMOND. Thus I prevent the fatal blow. -Whither, ah! whither shall I go! QUEEN. Where thy past life thou shalt lament, {] "Waniek DROSAMOND. Tyrant! to aggravate the stroke, A glaring sprite, I'll haunt thy dreams, [Drinks. And when the painful night withdraws, |