Sir TRUSTY. O Grideline! confult thy glass, Thafe blooming cheeks, that lovely bue! (Charming creature) Will convince you I am true. GRIDELINE, O bow bleft were Grideline, Could I call Sir Trusty mine! Did he not cover amorous wiles Sir TRUSTY, At length the storm begins to cease, >Tis now my turn to tyrannize: I feel, I feel my fury rise ! Tigrefs, be gone. GRIDELINE. -I love thee fo, I cannot go. Sir TRUSTY. Fly from my paffion, Beldame, fly! GRIDELINE. Why fo unkind, Sir Trusty, why? [Afide Yet this is the lot Of him that has got Fair Rofamond's bower, With the clew in his power, And is courted by all, Both the great and the fmall, As principal pimp to the mighty King Harry. SCENE IV. ROSAMON D and Sir TRUST T ROSAMON D. From walk to walk, from fhade to fhade, From ftream to purling ftream convey'd, Through Through all the mazes of the grove, Through all the mingling tracts I rove, Turning, Burning, Changing, Ranging, Full of grief and full of love, And break my reft, A thousand thousand ills combine. Abfence wounds me, Fear furrounds me, Guilt confounds me, Was ever paffion cross'd like mine? Sir TRUSTY. What heart of stone Can hear her moan, And not in dumps fo doleful join! ROSAMON D. How does my conftant grief deface To me the rofe No longer glows, [Apart Every plant Has left his fcent; The vernal blooms of various hue, The bloffoms fresh with morning dew, The breeze, that sweeps thefe fragrant bowers, Purple scenes, Winding greens, Glooms inviting, Birds delighting, (Nature's fofteft, fweetest ftore) Charm my tortur'd foul no more. Ye powers, Irave, I faint, I die: Why fo flow! great Henry, ruby! From death and alarms Fly, fly to my arms, Fly to my arms, my Monarch, fly! Sir TRUST r. How much more blefs'd would lovers be, Did all the whining fools agree To live like Grideline and me! ROSAMON D. [Apart. At |