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Landscapes how gay the bow'ry grotto yields,
Ten thousand pangs my anxious bosom tear,
Let joy transport fair Rosamonda's shade,
Accept, great monarch of the British lays,
Unrival'd as thy merit be thy fame,
GUARDIAN ANGELS, etc.
SCENE, WOODSTOCK PARK.
ROSAM O N D.
ACT THE FIRST.
A prospect of Woodstock park, terminating in the bower.
Enter Queen and Page.
Queen. What place is here !
Where'er I turn my eyes,
And soft Elysiums rise :
With wild variety surprise,
From hill to hill the voice is tost,
Alluding to the famous echo in Woodstock park.
Page. There gentle Rosamond immured
QUEEN. Curse on the name! I faint, I die,
Queen. Death and confusion! I'm too slow Aside.
PAGE. Great Henry there-
Page. -Great Henry there
Queen. No more! the happy mansion show
The bower, that wanders
Shades in shades,
QUEEN. In such an endless maze I rove,
While fear and rage
With hope engage,
Page. The path yon verdant field divides,