His grieved Heart was fad; With that, this noble Knight of Fame Which was both rich and gay : Then with her Fingers, long and small, The Smiles of pleasant sweet Delight, But e're she had concluded quite, Why did you boast beyond your Bounds, You might have talk'd of Hawks and Hou My Father's Griefs begin; He'll have no Comfort of his Child, Go, fetch me down my Planet-Book Straight from my private Room; For in the fame I mean to look, And laid it on her Knee; She found that all would come to nought, For poifon'd she should be. Id I curfe you, Brother, then she cry'd, I might have been fome Lord's fair Bride, With that, she call'd her Waiting-Maid, Some rid before her, to report With Blushes then she did befeech Blush not, my fairest Rofamond; Whose pleasant Looks, and Charms divine, Have won my Royal Heart. The Gifts and Presents of a King, B 4 But But as her bright and golden Scene The News was carry'd to the Queen At which she was enraged fo The angry Queen, with Malice fraught, Till the fair Rofamond had brought The sweet and charming precious Rofe, But when she to the Bower came, She could not find the Way; Unto the Queen; who laid her dead, E're she was fatisfy'd. Alas! it was no small Surprize To Rofamond the fair, When Death appear'd before her Eyes, No faithful Friend was there, So, by the Hands of Violence, O moft O most renowned, gracious Queen, I wish that I had never feen Betray'd I was, and by degrees I will not pardon you, she cry'd ; Then, with her fair and milk-white Hand, Which being drank, she could not stand, Now when the King was well inform'd His Breast he fmote, in wrath he storm'd, He never would bed with her more; The King did not stand pausing long, Where the lay Six and twenty Years, Bathed in Floods of weeping Tears, Now when her Son he did fucceed B 5 And |