ROSAMON D. ACT THE FIRST. SCENE I. A prospect of Woodstock park, terminating in the bower. Enter QUEEN and PAGE. QUEEN. WHAT place is here! What scenes appear! Where'er I turn my eyes, All around Enchanted ground And soft Elysiums rise: Flow'ry mountains, Mossy fountains, Shady woods, Crystal floods, With wild variety surprise, As o'er the hollow vaults we walk', From hill to hill the voice is tost, Caves resounding, Not a single word is lost. 1 Alluding to the famous echo in Woodstock park. PAGE. There gentle Rosamond immured Lives from the world and you secured. QUEEN. Curse on the name! I faint, I die, With secret pangs of jealousy.— [Aside. PAGE. There does the pensive beauty mourn, And languish for her lord's return. QUEEN. Death and confusion! I'm too slow -[Aside. Show me the happy mansion, show— PAGE. Great Henry there QUEEN. Trifler, no more! PAGE. -Great Henry there Will soon forget the toils of war. QUEEN. No more! the happy mansion show That holds this lovely guilty foe. My wrath, like that of heav'n, shall rise, And blast her in her paradise. PAGE. Behold on yonder rising ground The bower, that wanders In meanders, Ever bending, Never ending, Glades on glades, Shades in shades, Running an eternal round. QUEEN. In such an endless maze I rove, My breast with hoarded vengeance burns, With hope engage, And rule my wav'ring soul by turns. PAGE. The path yon verdant field divides, Which to the soft confinement guides. QUEEN. Eleonora, think betimes, My Henry from my arms? "Tis her crime to be lov'd, 'Tis her crime to have charms. She shall die, she shall die. I feel, I feel my heart relent: How could the fair be innocent! To a monarch like mine, One so great and so brave All hearts must enslave. PAGE. Hark, hark! what sound invades my ear? The conqueror's approach I hear. He comes, victorious Henry comes! Send from afar A sound of war, And fill with horror ev'ry wind. QUEEN. Henry returns from danger free! Henry returns!--but not to me. He comes his Rosamond to greet, And lay his laurels at her feet, Here shall the happy nymph detain, The trait'ress shall bleed: No pity disarm; In my rage shall be seen The revenge of a queen. SCENE II. The entry of the bower. SIR TRUSTY, knight of the bower, solus. How unhappy is he, That is tied to a she, And fam'd for his wit and his beauty! For of us pretty fellows Our wives are so jealous, They ne'er have enough of our duty. Whence rises this convulsive strife? SCENE III. GRIDELINE and SIR TRUSTY. GRID. Faithless varlet, art thou there? SIR TRUSTY. My love, my dove, my charming fair! SIR TRUSTY. Let me stop thy mouth with kisses. SIR TRUSTY. She is not half so fair as you. SIR TRUSTY. I'll still be thine, and let her die. SIR TRUSTY. O Grideline! consult thy glass, Those blooming cheeks, that lovely hue! (Charming creature) Will convince you I am true. GRID O how blest were Grideline, Could I call sir Trusty mine! Did he not cover amorous wiles With soft, but ah! deceiving smiles : The spouse of such a peerless knight! SIR TRUSTY. At length the storm begins to cease, I've sooth'd and flatter'd her to peace. "Tis now my turn to tyrannize : I feel, I feel my fury rise! Tigress, begone. [Aside. |