As o'er the hollow vaults we walk, *
A hundred echoes round us talk:

From bill to bill the voice is toft,

Rocks rebounding, .

Caves refounding,

Not a fingle word is loft.

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There gentle Rosamond immured

Lives from the world and you fecured..

QUEEN.

Curfe on the name! I faint, I die,

With fecret pangs of jealousy.

PAGE.

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

QUEEN.

[Afide.

Death and confufion! I'm too flow-
Show me the happy mansion, show

[Afide.

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Great Henry there

QUEEN.

Trifler, no more!

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-Great Henry there

Will foon forget the toils of war.

QUEEN.

No more! the happy manfion fhow

That holds this lovely guilty foe.

*Alluding to the famous echo in Woodstock-Park.

My

My wrath, like that of heav'n, thall rife,
And blaft her in her paradise.

Loft in labyrinths of love.

My breast with hoarded vengeance burns,

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 the done to move thee fo!
Does he not warm with guilty fire
The faithlefs Lord of my defire?
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Have

Have not her fatal arts remov'd

My Henry from my arms?

"Tis her crime to be lov'd,

'Tis her crime to have charms.

Let us fly, let us fly,

She fhall die, fhe fhall die.

I feel, I feel my heart relent :

How could the fair be innocent!

To a monarch like mine,
Who would not refign!
One fo great and fo brave

All hearts must enslave.

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Hark, bark! 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 borror ev'ry mind.
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

Here fhall the happy nympi. dera,
(While of his abfence I compl.)
Hid in her mazy, wanton bowel,
My lord, my life, my conqueror.
No, no, 'tis decreed

The traitres fball bleed;
No fear fhall alarm,
No pity difarm;

In my rage fhall be feen

The revenge of a Queen.

SCENE II

The Entry of the Bower.

Sir TRUSTY, Knight of the Bower, foluri

How happy is he,

That is ty'd to a she,

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 smell a fhrew !
My fears are true,
I fee my wife.

SCENE

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 fo?

GRIDELINE.

Cheat me not with falfe careffes.

Sir TRUSTY.

Let me ftop thy mouth with kiffes.

GRIDELINE.

Those to fair Rofamond are due.

Sir TRUSTY.

She is not half fo fair as you.

GRIDELINE.

She views thee with a lover's eye.

Sir TRUSTY

I'll be thine, and let her die.

GRIDELINE.

No, no, 'tis plain. Thy frauds I fee,

Traitor to thy King and me!