From hill to bill the voice is toft,
Rocks rebounding,
Caves refounding,

Not a fingle word is loft.
PAGE.

There gentle Rofamond immured
Lives from the world and you

QUEEN.

fecured.

Curfe on the name! I faint, I die,
With fecret pangs of jealoufy.

PAGE.

There does the penfive beauty mourn,
And languish for her Lord's return.
QUEEN.

[Afide.

Death and confufion! I'm too flow- [Afide. Show me the happy manfion, show

PAGE.

Great Henry there

QUEEN.

Trifler, no more!

PAGE.

Great Henry there

Will foon forget the toils of war.

QUEEN.

No more! the happy manfion fhow
That holds this lovely guilty foe.
My wrath, like that of heav'n, fhall rife,
And blaft her in her paradise.

PAGE.

Behold on yonder rifing ground
The bower, that wanders
In meanders,

Ever bending,
Never ending,
Glades on glades,
Shades in fhades,

Running an eternal round.
QUEEN.

In fuch an endless maze I rove,

Loft in labyrinths of love.

My breast with hoarded vengeance burns,
While fear and rage

With hope engage,

And rule my wav'ering foul by turns.
PAGE.

The path yon verdant field divides,
Which to the foft confinement guides.
QUEEN.

Eleonora, think betimes,

What are thy hated rival's crimes!
Whither, ah whither doft thou go!
What has fhe done to move thee fo!
-Does he not warm with guilty fire
The faithless Lord of my defire?
Have not her fatal arts remov'd
My Henry from my arms?

'Tis her crime to be loy'd,

"Tis her crime to have charms.
Let us fly, let us fly,

She fhall die, she shall die.

I feel, I feel my heart relent:
How could the fair be innocent!
To a monarch like mine,
Who would not refign!

One

One fo great and fo brave
All hearts muft enflave.
PAGE.

Hark, hark! what found invades my ear
The conqueror's approach I hear.
He comes, victorious Henry comes!
Hautboys, trumpets, fifes and drums;
In dreadful concert join'd,
Send from afar
A found of war,

And fill with horror ev'ry wind.
QUEEN.

Henry returns from danger free!
Henry returns!but not to me:
He comes his Rofamond to greet;
And lay his laurels at her feet,
His vows impatient to renew;
His vows, to Eleonora due.
Here shall the happy nymph detain;
(While of his abfence I complain)
Hid in her mazy, wanton bower,
My Lord, my life, my conqueror:
No, no, 'tis decreed

The traitress fhall bleed;
No fear fhall alarm,
No pity difarm;

In my rage fhall be feen
The revenge of a Queen:

SCENE

SCENE II.

The Entry of the Bower.

Sir TRUSTY, Knight of the bower, folus. How unhappy is be,

That is ty'd to a fhe,

And fam'd for his wit and his beauty! For of us pretty fellows

Our wives are fo jealous,

They ne'er have enough of our duty. But hah! my limbs begin to quiver, I glow, I burn, I freeze, I fhiver; Whence rifes this convulfive ftrife I-fmell a fhrew!

My fears are true,
I see my wife.

SCENE III.

GRIDELINE and Sir TRUSTY:

GRIDELINE.

Faithlefs varlet, art thou there?
Sir TRUSTY.
My love, my dove, my charming fair!
GRIDELINE.

Monster, thy wheedling tricks I know.
Sir TRUSTY

Why wilt thou call thy turtle for

GRID ELIN E.

Cheat not me with falfe careffes.

Sir TRUSTY.

Let me ftop thy mouth with kisses.
GRID ELIN E.

Those to fair Rofamond are due.
Sir TRUST Y.

She is not half fo fair as you.

GRIDELINE.

She views thee with a lover's eye.
Sir TRUSTY.

I'll ftill be thine, and let her die.

GRIDELINE.

No, no, 'tis plain. Thy frauds I fee, Traitor to thy King and me!

Sir TRUSTY.

O Grideline! confult thy glass,
Behold that fweet bewitching face,
Thofe blooming cheeks, that lovely bue!
Ev'ry feature
(Charming creature)

Will convince you I am true.

GRIDELINE.

O how bleft were Grideline,
Could I call Sir Trusty mine!
Did he not cover amorous wiles
With foft, but ab! deceiving fmiles:
How should I revel in delight,
The fpoufe of fuch a peerless Knight!
Sir TRUSTY.

At length the storm begins to cease,
I've footh'd and flatter'd her to peace.