And when the painful night withdraws, My Henry fhall revenge my caufe. O whither does my frenzy drive! Forgive my rage, your wrongs forgive, My veins are froze; my blood grows chill; The weary fprings of life stand still; The fleep of death benumbs all o'er My fainting limbs, and I'm no more. [Falls on the couch. QUEEN. Hear and obferve your Queen's commands. [To her attendants. Beneath those hills a convent ftands, [Exeunt with the body. When vanquish'd foes beneath us lie, SCENE VII. Sir TRUSTY in a fright. D No! No! tho' I hate fuch bitter beer, Fair Rofamond, I'll pledge thee here. [Drinks. "Great Sir, "Your Rofamond is dead, [Writes. "As I am at this prefent writing. [Staggers and falls. SCENE VIII. QUEEN fola. The conflict of my mind is o'er, Ye pains that wait On jealoufy, the rage of love. My Henry fhall be mine alone, Than crowns and fcepters can impart. ACT ACT III. SCENE I. SCENE a grotto, HENRY afleep, a cloud defcends, in it two angels fuppos'd to be the guardian fpirits of the British Kings in war and in peace. BE 1 ANGE L. EHOLD the unhappy monarch there, 2 ANGE L. In fields of death around his head In hours of peace, unfeen, unknown, I hover o'er the British throne. 2 ANGE L. When hoafts of foes with foes engage, When dark fermenting factions swell, And damp the furious traitor's heart. But oh what influence can remove The pangs of grief, and rage D 2 of love! 2 ANGEL. 2 ANGE L. I'll fire his foul with mighty themes, I'll footh his cares in pleafing dreams, Whatever glorious and renown'd See, fee, he fmiles amidst his trance, Glory ftrives! Fame revives, And love is gone. I ANGEL. To calm thy grief, and lull thy cares, Look up and fee What, after long revolving years, Thy bower shall be! When When time its beauties fhall deface, He fees, he fees the great reward Let grief and love at once engage, 2 ANGE L. -And grief may rage BOTH. } But both fhall plead and rage in vain. [The angels afcend, and the vifion disappears. HENRY, farting from the couch. Where have my ravish'd fenfes been! What joys, what wonders, have I feen! The scene yet ftands before my eye, A thousand glorious deeds that lie In deep futurity obscure, Fights and triumphs immature, ⚫ Scene changes to the plan of Blenheim-castle. |