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Kindling pity, kindling rage,
Thou shalt die.
[Offering the dagger. ROSA. Give me but one short moment's stay. —O Henry, why so far away? [Aside. QUEEN. Prepare to welter in a flood Of streaming gore.
O spare my blood,
[Offering the dagger.
[Takes the bowl in her hand. QUEEN. Ye powers, how pity rends my soul! [Aside. Rosa. Thus prostrate at your feet I fall, O let me still for mercy call!
[Falling on her knees. Accept, great queen, like injured Heaven, The soul that begs to be forgiven: If in the latest gasp of breath, If in the dreadful pains of death, When the cold damp bedews your brow, You hope for mercy, show it now. QUEEN. Mercy to lighter crimes is due,
Horrors and death shall thine pursue.
[Offering the dagger. [Drinks.
ROSA. Thus I prevent the fatal blow. -Whither, ah! whither shall I go? QUEEN. Where thy past life thou shalt lament, And wish thou hadst been innocent.
ROSA. Tyrant! to aggravate the stroke,
Think not, thou author of my woe,
At dead of night,
A glaring sprite,
I'll haunt thy dreams,
And when the painful night withdraws
Oh whither does my frenzy drive! Forgive my rage, your wrongs forgive. My veins are froze; my blood grows The weary springs of life stand still; The sleep of death benumbs all o'er My fainting limbs, and I'm no more. [Falls on the couch. QUEEN. Hear, and observe your queen's commands. [To her attendants.
Beneath those hills a convent stands,
[Exeunt with the body.
SIR TRUSTY, in a fright.
A breathless corpse! what have I seen?
'Your Rosamond is dead, As I am at this present writing.' The bower turns round, my brain's abused, The labyrinth grows more confused, The thickets dance-I stretch, I yawn. Death has tripped up my heels-I'm gone. [Staggers and falls.
SCENE I-A Grotto, HENRY asleep, a cloud descends, in it two Angels, supposed to be the guardian spirits of the British kings in war and in peace.
1ST ANGEL. BEHOLD the unhappy monarch there,
1ST ANG. In hours of peace, unseen, unknown,
2ND ANG. When hosts of foes with foes engage,
And damp the furious traitor's heart. BOTH. But, oh! what influence can remove The pangs of grief and rage of love! 2ND ANG. I'll fire his soul with mighty themes, Till love before ambition fly. 1ST ANG. I'll soothe his cares in pleasing dreams, Till grief in joyful raptures die.
2ND ANG. Whatever glorious and renowned
1ST ANG. See, see, he smiles amidst his trance,
His brain is filled with loud alarms
The field is won!
And love is gone.
1ST ANG. To calm thy grief, and lull my cares,
What, after long revolving years,
When time its beauties shall deface,
2ND ANG. Вотн.
And grief may rage—
[The Angels ascend, and the vision disappears
1 Scene changes to the Plan of Blenheim Castle.
HENRY, starting from the couch.
O Rosamond! O rising woe!
Why do my weeping eyes o'erflow?
How shall my heart, with grief oppressed,
And take the long, the last farewell?
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.
and every power,
Look down on this important hour: