FIRST ANGEL. I'll smooth his cares in pleasing dreams, Till grief in joyful raptures die. SECOND ANGEL. "Whatever glorious and renown'd FIRST ANGEL. See, see, he smiles amidst his trance, His brain is fill'd with loud alarms; BOTH. Glory strives! The field is won! Fame revives, And love is gone. FIRST ANGEL. To calm thy grief and lull thy cares, What, after long revolving years, When time its beauties shall deface, The future prospect of the place. * Scene changes to the Plan of Blenheim Castle. Domes in awful pomp arising, SECOND ANGEL. He sees, he sees the great reward FIRST ANGEL. "Let grief and love at once engage, His heart is proof to all their pain; Love may plead, SECOND ANGEL. And grief may rage BOTH. But both shall plead and rage in vain.” HENRY, starting from the couch. Where have my ravish'd senses been ! Fights and triumphs immature, Heroes immers'd in time's dark womb, "Adieu, ye wanton shades and bowers, Wreaths of myrtle, beds of flowers, ' Rosy brakes, To love and you A long adieu !" O Rosamond! O rising wo! And take the long, the last farewell! [Exit· SCENE II. The Scene changes to that part of the Bower where Sir Trusty lies upon the ground, with the bowl and dagger on the table. ENTER QUEEN. Every star, and every pow'r, Look down on this important hour: Lend your protection and defence Every guard of innocence ! Help me my Henry to assuage, "Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, Hast thou more of pain or pleasure! Chill'd with tears, Kill'd with fears, Endless torments dwell about thee: But oh the sight my soul alarms: [Retires to the end of the stage.. SCENE III. King and Queen. KING. Some dreadful birth of fate is near: What shall I say, or whither turn? With grief, and rage, and love, I burn: Why did I not in battle fall, Crush'd by the thunder of the Gaul? "Distracted with wo I'll rush on the foe Shall pierce my sad heart, And finish my grief!" QUEEN. Fain would my tongue his griefs appease, KING. But see! the cause of all my fears, Inform'd my soul Eleonora was too near. QUEEN. Why do I here my lord receive? KING. Is this the welcome that you give? QUEEN. Thus should divided lovers meet? BOTH. "And is it thus, ah! thus we greet!" QUEEN. What, in these guilty shades, could you,, KING. Cruel woman, what could you? QUEEN. [Aside. Degenerate thoughts have fir'd your breast. KING. The thirst of blood has yours possess'd. QUEEN. "A heart so unrepenting, |