Hence ye fecret damps of care, Fierce difdain, and cold defpair. ye Hence fears and doubts remove; Ye pains that wait On jealoufy, the rage of love. My Henry fball be mine alone, ACT ACT III. SCENE I. SCENE a grotto, HENRY asleep, a cloud defcends, in it two angels fuppos'd to be the guardian Spirits of the British Kings in war and in peace. B ANGE L. EHOLD the unhappy monarch there, 2 ANGEL. In fields of death around his head A fhield of adamant I fpread. 1 ANGE L. In hours of peace, unfeen, unknown, When hofts of foes with foes engage, 1 ANGEL.. When dark fermenting factions fwell, And damp the furious traitor's heart, BOTH. BOTH. But oh what influence can remove The pangs of grief, and rage of love! 'll fire his foul with mighty themes, I ANGEL. I'll footh his cares in pleafing dreams, Whatever glorious and renown'd See, fee, he fmiles amidst his trance, And fhakes a vifionary lance, His brain is fill'd with loud alarms; The fofter prints of love deface; Glory ftrives! The field is won l' Fame revives, And love is gone. AN 1 ANGE L. To calm thy grief, and lull thy cares, What after long revolving years, When, time its beauties fhall deface, Behold the glorious pile afcending! He fees, he fees the great reward ANGEL. Let grief and love at once engage, 2 ANGEL, And grief may rage ВОТ Н. But both fball plead and rage in vain. } [The angels afcend, and the vifion disappears • Scene changes to the plan of Blenheim-castle. HENRY, HENRY, farting from the couch. Where have my ravifh'd fenfes been! The fcene yet ftands before my eye, A thousand glorious deeds that lie Fights and triumphs immature, Heroes immers'd in time's dark womb, Silver lakes, To love and you A long adieu ! O Rofamond! O rifing woe! Why do my weeping eyes o'erflow? How shall my heart, with grief opprefs'd, And take the long, the laft fareweb! 1 |