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Of wit and parts above thy age;
I'll do what I can
To surprise the false man.
Of such a faithful fpy I've need: *
Fair youth, thou may'st depend on this,
Pr'ythee, Cupid, no more
O the foft delicious view,
Deck'd with flow'rs of various dyes;
Paths by meeting paths are croft,
An opening fcene discovers another view of the bower.
Fountains playing through the trees,
Here a rock, and here a fiream,
All a vifion, all a dream!
QUEEN and PAGE.
At length the bow'ry vaults appear!
Behold the brazen gate unbar'd!
→She's fixt in thought, I am not. heard→→→
I fee, I fee my hands imbru'd
In purple ftreams of reeking blood:
I fee the victim gafp for breath,
My eyes o'erflow, my heart is rent
What fhall my trembling foul purfue?
Behold, great Queen, the place in view!
Ye pow'rs inftruct me what to do!
That bow'r will show
The guilty foe.
-It is decreed-it fhall be fo;
I cannot fee my Lord repine,
( that I could call him mine!)
Why have not they moft charms to move,
Her heart with rage and fondness glows,
O jealoufy thou hell of woes!
That confcious fcene of love contains
In yonder flow'ry vale fhe lies,
Let us hafte to destroy
Her guilt and her joy.
[After a paufe.
Wild and frantic is my grief!
Heaven in pity fend relief!
Or dart your thunder at my.
What beart can bear!
Eafe my foul, or strike me dead!
The Scene changes to the Pavilion as before.
Tranfporting pleasure, who can tell,it!
-Death to my eyes; what fight is this!
-Open, O earth! and swallow me!
Enter to her the QUEEN with a bowl in one hand, and a dagger in the other.
Thus arm'd with double death I come:
What fhall I fay, or how reply
Tis guilt that does thy tongue controul.
ROSAM O N D.
Can Britain's Queen give such commands,
How black does my defign appear!
When tides of youthful blood runs high,