Nature and art in all their charms combin❜d, Till Vanbrook fram'd and Marlbro' rais'd the dome. Alike they mourn, alike they bless their fate, Nor longer that relentless doom bemoan, And thy own laurels shade thy envy'd name: And views thy Rosamond with Henry's eyes. ROSAMOND. ACT I. SCENE I. A Prospect of Woodstock Park, terminating in the Bower. Enter Queen and Page. QUEEN. WHAT place is here! 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, Rocks rebounding, Caves resounding, Not a single word is lost." Alluding to the famous Echo in Woodstock Park. PAGE. There gentle Rosamond immur'd Lives from the world and you secur'd. QUEEN. Curse on the name! I faint, I die, PAGE. There does the pensive beauty mourn, QUEEN. [Aside. No more! the happy mansion show My wrath, like that of heav'n, shall rise, 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." |