KING. "A rage so unrelenting, BOTH. "Will for ever Love dissever, Will for ever break our rest.” KING. Floods of sorrow will I shed And where, O where convey'd ! So bright a bloom, so soft an air, QUEEN. How is his heart with anguish torn! KING. The living! speak, oh speak again ! QUEEN. Were your lov'd Rosamond alive, KING. Oh no; by visions from above Prepar'd for grief, and freed from love, QUEEN. How am I blest if this be true!- [Aside. [Aside. KING. And leave th' unhappy nymph for you. But O QUEEN. Forbear, my lord, to grieve, And know your Rosamond does live. "If 'tis joy to wound a lover, Oh how pleasing 'tis to please! KING. O quickly relate This riddle of fate! My impatience forgive, Does Rosamond live? QUEEN. The bowl, with drowsy juices fill'd, KING. How am I blest, if this be true! QUEEN. Atoning for herself and you. KING. I ask no more! secure the fair In life and bliss: I ask not where: [Aside. For ever from my fancy fled May the whole world believe her dead, QUEEN. How does my heart, for such a prize, But see your slave, while yet I speak, KING. O happy day! O pleasing view! QUEEN. My lord is true. KING. "No more I'll change, QUEEN. "No more I'll grieve: вотн. "But ever thus united live." SIR TRUSTY, awaking. In which world am I! all I see, Ev'ry thicket, bush and tree, So like the place from whence I came, That one would swear it were the same. My former legs too, by their pace! SCENE IV. Grideline and Sir Trusty. GRIDELINE. Have I then liv'd to see this hour, SIR TRUSTY. Widow Trusty, why so fine? Why dost thou thus in colours shine? Thou shouldst thy husband's death bewail In sable vesture, peak and veil. GRIDELINE. Forbear these foolish freaks, and see How our good king and queen agree. SIR TRUSTY. Am I bewitch'd, or do I dream? T'observe the mode and be in fashion. Then let not Grideline the chaste And hence anew my vows I plight GRIDELINE. I'll too my plighted vows renew, Is come into fashion, And marriage so blest on the throne is, Be fond and be fine, And Sir Trusty shall be my Adonis." SIR TRUSTY. "And Sir Trusty shall be thy Adonis.” The King and Queen advancing. KING. Who to forbidden joys would rove, BOTH. "Who to forbidden joys would rove, That knows the sweets of virtuous love?" |