At home thou seeft thy Queen enraged,
Abroad thy abfent Lord engaged

In wars, that may our loves disjoin,
And end at once his life and mine.

Sir TRUST r.

Such cold complaints befit a nun:
If she turns honest, I'm undone !

ROSAMON D.

Beneath fome hoary mountain

I'll lay me down and weep,

Or near Jome warbling fountain
Bewail myself asleep ;

Where feather'd choirs combining
With gentle murm'ring streams,

And winds in confort joining,
Raife fadly-pleafing dreams.

Sir TRUSTY folus.

What favage tiger would not pity
A damfel fo distress'd and pretty!
But ha! a found my bower invades,

[Apart.

[Exit Rof.

[Trumpets flourish.

And echoes through the winding fhades; 'Tis Henry's march! the tune I know: A meffenger! It must be fo.

SCENE

SCENE V.

A MESSENGER and Sir TRUST Y.

MESSENGER.

Great Henry comes! with love oppreft;
Prepare to lodge thy royal gueft.

From purple fields with flaughter spread,
From rivers chok'd with heaps of dead,
From glorious and immortal toils,
Loaden with honour, rich with spoils,
Great Henry comes! Prepare thy bower
To lodge the mighty conqueror.

Sir TRUSTY.

The bower and Lady both are drest,

And ready to receive their guest.

MESSENGER.

Hither the victor flies, (his Queen
And royal progeny unseen ;)

Soon as the Britifh fhores he reach'd,
Hither his foaming courfer ftretch'd;
And fee! his eager steps prevent
The meffage that himself hath fent!
Sir TRUSTY.

Here will I ftand

With hat in hand,

"

Obfequiously to meet him,

And muft endeavour

At behaviour,

That's fuitable to greet him.

SCENE

SCENE VI.

Enter King Henry after a flourish of Trumpets.

KING.

Where is my love! my Rofamond!

Sir TRUSTY.

First, as in ftri&teft duty bound,
I kiss your royal hand.

KING.

Where is my life! my Rosamond!

Sir TRUSTY.

Next with fubmiffion moft profound,
I welcome you to land.

KING.

Where is the tender, charming fair!

Sir TRUSTY.

Let me appear, great Sir, I pray,

Methodical in what I fay.

KING.

Where is my love, O tell me where !

Sir TRUSTY.

For when we have a Prince's ear,

We fhould have wit,

To know what's fit

For us to fpeak, and him to hear,

KING.

Thefe dull delays, I cannot bear.

Where is my love, O tell me where!

Sir TRUSTY.

I speak, great Sir, with weeping eyes,
She raves, alas! fhe faints, fhe dies.

KING.

What doft thou fay? I shake with fear. Sir TRUSTY.

Nay, good my liege, with patience hear. She raves, and faints, and dies, 'tis true; But raves, and faints, and dies for you. KING.

Was ever nymph like Rofamond,

So fair, fo faithful, and so fond,
Adorn'd with ev'ry charmi and grace!
I'm all defire!

My heart's on fire,

And leaps and Springs to her embrace.

Sir TRUSTY.

In yon pavilion made for love,

Where woodbines, rofes, jeffamines,
Amaranths, and eglantines,

With intermingling sweets have wove
The particolour'd gay alcove.

Sir TRUSTY.

Your Highness, Sir, as I prefume,

Has chose the most convenient gloom;
There's not a spot in all the park

Has trees fo thick, and fhades fo dark.

KING.

Mean-while with due attention wait

To guard the bower, and watch the gate;
Let neither envy, grief, nor fear,
Nor love-fick jealousy appear;

Nor fenfeless pomp, nor noise intrude

On this delicious folitude;

But pleasure reign through all the grove,
And all be peace, and all be love.
Ob the pleafing pleasing anguish

When we love, and when we languifb!
Wishes rifing!

Thoughts furprising !
Pleasure courting!
Charms transporting !
Fancy viewing
Joys enfuing!

O the pleafing, pleasing anguish!

[Exeunt.

ACT