At home thou seeft thy Queen enraged,
Abroad thy absent Lord engaged
In wars, that may our loves disjoin,
And end at once his life and mine.

Sir TRUST Y.
Such cold complaints befit a nun:
If she turns honest, I'm undone !

[ Apart. ROS A MO N D. Beneath some hoary mountain

I'll lay me down and weep, Or near Jome warbling fountain

Bewail myself asleep;
Where feather'd choirs combining

With gentle murm'ring freams,
And winds in confort joining,
Raife fadly-pleasing dreams.

[Exit Roj.
Sir TRUST I fo!us.
What savage tiger would not pity
A damsel so distress'd and pretty!
But ha ! a sound my bower invades,

[Trumpets pouri/b. And echoes through the winding shades ; 'Tis Henry's march! the tune I know : A messenger! It must be fo.

SCENE V.

A MESSENGER and Sir TRUST Y.

MESSENGER.
Great Henry comes! with love opprest;
Prepare to lodge thy royal guest.
From purple fields with laughter spread,
From rivers chok'd with heaps of dead,
From glorious and immortal toils,
Loaden with honour, rich with spoils,
Great Henry comes! Prepare thy bower
To lodge the mighty conqueror.

Sir TRUST r.
The bower and Lady both are drest,
And ready to receive their guest.

MESSEN GE R.
Hither the victor flies, (his Queen
And royal progeny unseen ;)
Soon as the British shores he reachd,
Hither his foaming courser stretch'd ;
And see! his eager steps prevent
The message that himself bath sent!

Sir TRUSTY,
Here will I stand
With hat in hand,

Obsequiously to meet him,
And must endeavour
At behaviour,
That's suitable to greet him.

SCENE

SCENE VI.

Enter King Henry after a flourish of Trumpets.

K I N G.
Where is my love! my Rosamond !

Sir T R US Tr.
First, as in strictest duty bound,
I kiss your royal hand.

KING.
Where is my life! my Rosamond !

Sir T RUSTY.
Next with submission most profound,
I welcome you to land.

KI N G
Where is the tender, charming fair !

Sir TRUST r. Let me appear, great Sir, I pray, Methodical in what I say.

KING. Where is my love, O tell me where !

Sir T R US Tr. For when we have a Prince's ear,

We should have wit,

To know what's fit
For us to speak, and him to hear,

KING.
These dull delays, I cannot bear.
Where is my love, O tell me where !

.

Sir TRUST Y.
I speak, great Sir, with weeping eyes,
She raves, alas! she faints, she dies.

KING
What doft thou say? I shake with fear.

Sir TRUST Y. Nay, good my liege, with patience hear. She raves, and faints, and dies, 'tis true ; But raves, and faints, and dies for you.

KING.
Was ever nymph like Rofamond,
So fair, fo faithful, and so fond,
Adorn'd with ev'ry charni and grace !

I'm all de fire !

My heart's on fire, And leaps and

springs to ber embrace.

Sir T RUSTY.
At the fight of her lover
She'll quickly recover.

What place will you choose
For first interviews ?

K I N G.
Full in the center of the grove,
In yon pavilion made for love,
Where woodbines, roses, jessamines,
Amaranths, and eglantines,
With intermingling sweets have wove
The particolour'd gay alcove.

Sir TRUST Y.
Your Highness, Sir, as I presume,
Has chose the most convenient gloom;
There's not a spot in all the park
Has trees so thick, and shades fo dark.

KI NG
Mean-while with due attention wait
To guard the bower, and watch the gate ;
Let neither envy, grief, nor fear,
Nor love-fick jealousy appear;
Nor senseless pomp, nor noise intrude
On this delicious folitude
But pleasure reign through all the grove,
And all be peace, and all be love.
Ob the pleasing pleasing anguish
When we love, and when we languiso!

Wisbes rising!
Thoughts surprising !
Pleasure courting!
Charms transporting !
Fancy viewing

Foys ensuing !
O the pleafing, pleasing anguish!

[Exeunt.

ACT