Of wit and parts above thy age;
Thou know'it our sex. Thou art a page.

I'll do what I can

PAGE.

To surprise the false man.

GRIDELINE.

Of such a faithful spy I've need: *

Go in, and if thy plot fucceed,

Fair youth, thou may'st depend on this,
I'll pay thy service with a kiss.

GRIDELINE fola.

Pr'ythee, Cupid, no more
Hurl thy darts at threefcore,
To thy girls and thy boys
Give thy pains and thy joys,
Let Sir Trusty and me
From thy frolics be free.

Ever charming, ever new!
Greens of various shades arife,

Deck'd with flow'rs of various dyes;
Paths by meeting paths are crost,

Alleys in winding alleys left;

کثر

[Exit Page.

* An opening scene discovers another view of the bower.

Fountains

Fountains playing through the trees,
Give coolness to the passing breeze.
A thousand fairy scenes appear,
Here a grove, a grotto bere,
Here a rock, and bere a stream,
Sweet delufion,

Gay confufion,

All a vifion, all a dream!

SCENE IV.

UEEN and PAGE.

QUEEN.

At length the bow'ry vaults appear!
My bosom heaves, and pants with fear :

A thousand checks my heart controul,
A thousand terrors shake my foul.

PAGE.

Behold the brazen gate unbar'd!

-She's fixt in thought, I am not heard

QUEEN.

I see, I see my hands imbru'd
In purple streams of reeking blood:
I see the victim gasp for breath,

And start in agonies of death:
I see my raging dying Lord,
And O, I see myself abhorr'd

C3

[Afide

PAGE. SCENE VL

Behold, great Queen, the place in view!

QUEEN.

Ye pow'rs instruct me what to do!

PAGE.

That bow'r will show

Wild and frantic is my grief!
Fury driving,

Mercy striving,

Heaven in pity fend relief!

The pangs of love,

Ye pow'rs remove,

Or dart your thunder at my head:

Love and despair

What beart can bear!

Ease my soul, or strike me dead !

[Exeunt

SCENE V.

The Scene changes to the Pavilion as before.

ROSAMOND fola.

Transporting pleasure, who can tell.it!

When our longing eyes discover

The kind, the dear, approaching lover,

Who can utter, or conceal it!
A fudden motion shakes the grove:
I hear the steps of him I love;
Prepare, my foul, to meet thy blifs !
-Death to my eyes; what fight is this!

The Queen, th' offended Queen I see !
Open, O earth! and swallow me!

Enter to her the QUEEN with a bowl in one band, and a dagger in the other.

QUEEN.

Thus arm'd with double death I come:
Behold, vain wretch, behold thy doom.
Thy crimes in their full period tend,
Or foon by this, or this shall end.

ROSAMOND.

What shall I say, or how reply

To threats of injur'd Majesty?

QUEEN.

Tis guilt that does thy tongue controuf.

Or quickly drain the fatal bowl,

Or this right hand performs its part,

And plants a dagger in thy heart.

ROSAMOND.

Can Britain's Queen give such commands,

Or dip in blood those sacred hands?

In her shall such revenge be seen ?

Far be that from Britain's Queen!