To harden'd guilt, and all its shameless arts; I am not such. Night's holy lamps can witness Hath heav'd, what streaming tears my eyes have pour'd, To be releas'd from the pernicious snare Wherein I was involv'd! Queen. Those sighs and tears, Had true contrition been their holy source, And set itself at freedom. Rosa. O! 'tis true : They should but in my rebel breast they found Too strong resistance. Love hath been my fault, My bane, my ruin. O let this very weakness plead my cause Within your royal breast; revolve, great queen, How you have lov'd, and let those tender feelings Win you to pity me! Queen. [Aside.] What witchery Of language hangs upon this Circe's tongue!— Rosa. What shall I do To humble me yet lower in thy sight? Can I do more? Ev'n Heav'n is won by tears, And teach me how to make atonement. Queen. [Aside.] Hence, Encroaching weakness!-coward heart, abjure it !- Rosa. Death, saidst thou ? Queen. Behold, deluder! -Death! O yet I will not stain me in thy blood; this cup Rosa. Oh! do not bid me die, Steep'd as I am in guilt; clos'd in a convent, Queen. Profane no more The name of Heaven with thy polluted breath, Thou, who hast spurn'd its laws!-Justice demands Thy forfeit life. Thou shalt no more mislead A monarch's noble mind; no more devise Rosa. By Heaven's pure grace, My mind ne'er harbour'd such an impious thought! Queen. Heap not fresh crimes, thou hast enough already. Rosa. Have I no evidence on this side Heaven ? And must I fall alone, unjustified? Where is the holy Abbot? Where my Henry? Queen. Thy Henry !-thine!That word hath fir'd anew Queen. Drink! or this poignard searches every vein. Rosa. Is there no pity?—None ?-This awful silence Hath answer'd me, and I intreat no more. Some greater pow'r than thine demands my life; Fate summons me; I hear, and I obey O, Heaven! if crimes like mine may hope forgiveness, Accept a contrite heart! Queen. O, beauteous witch! Hadst thou been less alluring, or had I [Drinks. Forgot to love, thou hadst not met this fate. [Aside. Rosa. Thou art obey'd-Once more I hend before thee Nay, harden not thy heart to the last accents |