Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

The Royal Convert. A Tragedy.

London

Printed for Jacob Tonson

November 25, 1707; 1708

"There is no end of Thought--the Labyrinth winds, / And I am lost for ever."

ARIBERT.
Oh fatal Love!--curst unauspicious Flame!
Thy baleful Fires blaze o'er us like a Comet,
And threaten Discord, Desolation, Rage,
And most malignant Mischief.--Lov'd by Rodogune!
What I!--must I wed Rodogune!--Oh Misery!--
Fantastick Cruelty of Hoodwink'd Chance!
There is no end of Thought--the Labyrinth winds,
And I am lost for ever.--Oh! where now,
Where is my Ethelinda now!--that dear one,
That gently us'd to breath the Sounds of Peace,
Gently as Dews descend, or Slumbers creep;
That us'd to brood o'er my tempestuous Soul,
And hush me to a Calm.
(II.i, p. 15)

Architecture::Labyrinth

C-H Lion

First performed November 25, 1707. Thirty-three entries in ESTC (1708, 1714, 1719, 1720, 1725, 1726, 1728, 1733, 1736, 1757, 1764, 1765, 1768, 1774, 1776, 1779, 1780, 1782, 1791, 1794, 1795).

The Royal Convert. A Tragedy. As it is Acted at the Queen's Theatre in the Hay-Market. By Her Majesty's Sworn Servants. Written by N. Rowe (London: Printed for Jacob Tonson, 1708). <Link to ECCO>

07/25/2013