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Hence ye fecret damps of care,
On jealoufy, the rage of love.
My Henry fball be mine alone,
ACT III SCENE I.
SCENE a grotto, HENRY afleep, a cloud defcends, in it two angels fuppos'd to be the guardian Spirits of the British Kings in war and in peace.
1 ANGE L.
EHOLD the unhappy monarch there,
In fields of death around his head
A fhield of adamant I spread.
In hours of peace, unfeen, unknown,
2 ANGE L.
But oh what influence can remove
The pangs of grief, and rage of love!
I'll fire his foul with mighty themes, 'Till love before ambition fly.
I'll footh his cares in pleafing dreams,
See, fee, he fmiles amidst his trance,
The field is won l'
And love is gone.
To calm thy grief, and lull thy cares,
What after long revolving years,
When, time its beauties fhall deface,
And only with its ruins grace,
He fees, he fees the great reward
Let grief and love at once engage,
And grief may rage
But both fball plead and
rage in vain.
[The angels afcend, and the vifion disappears * Scene changes to the plan of Blenheim-castle.
HENRY, farting from the couch. Where have my ravish'd fenfes been! What joys, what wonders, have I feen! The scene yet stands before my eye, A thousand glorious deeds that lie In deep futurity obfcure, Fights and triumphs immature, Heroes immers'd in time's dark womb, Ripening for mighty years to come, Break forth, and, to the day display'd, My foft inglorious hours upbraid. Transported with fo bright a scheme, My waking life appears a dream. Adieu, ye wanton fbades and bowers, Wreaths of myrtle, beds of flowers,
To love and you
Why do my weeping eyes o'erflow?
O Rofamond! O fair diftrefs'd,
How shall my heart, with grief opprefs'd,
And take the long, the last fareweb!
Rife, glory, rife in all thy charms,
Make thy thundering courfer bound,