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BEFORE the starry threshold of Jove's court
My mansion is, where those immortal shapes
bright aerial spirits live inspher'd
In regions mild of calm and sérene air,
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot 5
Which men call earth, and with low thoughted


Confin'd, and pester'd in thisF. here,
Strive to keep up a frail and feverish being,
Unmindful of the crown that virtue gives
After this mortal change to her true servants 10
Amongst the enthron'd gods on sainted seats.
Yet some there be that by due steps aspire
To lay their just hands on that golden key,
That opes the palace of eternity:
To such my errand is; and but for such, 15
I would not soil these pure ambrosial weeds
With the rank vapours of this sin-worm mould.

But to my task. Neptune besides the sway

Of every salt flood, and each ebbing stream,
Took in by lot 'twixt high and mether Jove 20
Imperial rule of all the sea-girt isles,
That like to rich and various gems inlay

The unadorned bosom of the deep,
Which he to grace his tributary gods
By course commits to several government, 25
And gives them leave to wear their sapphire

crowns, And wield their little tridents: but this Isle, The greatest and the best of all the main, He quarters to his blue-hair'd deities; And all this tract that fronts the falling sun 30 A noble r of mickle trust and power Has in his charge, with temper'd awe to guide An old, and haughty nation proud in arms: Where his fair offspring nurs'd in princely lore Are coming to attend their father's state, 35 And new-intrusted sceptre; but their way Lies through the perplex'd paths of this drear wood The nodding horror of whose shady brows

Threats the forlorn and wand'ring passenger;
And here their tender age night suffer peril
But that by quick command from sov’reign
I was dispatch'd for their defence and guard:
And listen why, for I will tell you now
What never yet was heard in tale or song,
From old or modern bard, in hall or bower. 45
Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape
Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine,
After the Tuscan mariners transform’d,
Coasting the Tyrrhene shore, as the winds listed,
On Circe's island fell: (Who knows not Circe 50
The daughter of the Sun? whose charmed cup
Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape,
And downward fell into a groveling swine)
This Nymph that gaz'd upon his clustring locks,
With ivy-berries wreath'd, and his blithe youth, 55
Had by him, ere he parted thence, a son,
Much like his father, but his mother more,
Whom therefore, she brought up, and Comus
Who ripe, and frolic of his full-grown age, [nam'd,
Roving the Celtic and Iberian fields, 60
At last betakes him to this ominous wood,
And in thick shelter of black shades imbower'd
Excels his mother at her mighty art,
Offering to every weary traveller
His orient liquor in a crystal glass, 65
To quench the drouth of Phoebus, which as they
(For most do taste, through fond intemp'rate thirst)
Soon as the potion works, their human count'nance,
Th’ express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd
Into some brutish form of wolf, or bear, 70
Or ounce, or tyger, hog, or bearded goat,
All other parts remaining as they were;
And they, so perfect is their misery,
Not oncé perceive their foul disfigurement,
But boast themselves more comely than before, 75
And all their friends and native home forget,
To roll with pleasure in a sensual sty;

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Comus. The star that bids the shepherd fold, Now the top of heaven doth hold, And the gilded car of da His glowing axle doth o, In the steep Atlantic stream, And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, I’acing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east. Meanwhile welcome joy, and feast, Midnight shout, and revelry, Tipsy i. and jollity; Braid your locks with rosy twine, Dropping odours, o wine. Rigour now is gone to And Advice with scrupulous head, Strict Age, and sour Severity With their grave saws in slumber lie. We that are of purer fire Imitate the starry choir, Who in their nightly watchful spheres, Lead in swift round the months and years. The sounds and seas, with all their finny drove, Now to the inoon in wavering morrice move; 116 And on the tawny sands and shelves # the pert fairies and the o elves. #. impled brook, and fountain brim,

e wood-nymphs deck'd with daisies trim, Their merry wakes and pastimes keep: What hath night to do with sleep? Night hath better sweets to prove, Venus now wakes, and wakens Love. Come let us our rites begin, Tis only day-light that makes sin, Which these dun shades will ne'er report. Hail goddess of nocturnal sport Dark-veil'd Cotytto, to whom the secret flame Of midnight torches burns; mysterious dame, 150 That ne'er art call’d, but when the dragon womb Qf Stygian darkness spits her thickest gloom, And makes one blot of all the air, Stay thy cloudy ebon chair Wherein thou rid'st with Hecat, and befriend 135 Us thy vow'd priests, till utmost end Of all o dues be done, and none left out, Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn on th' Indian steep From her cabin'd loop-hole peep, And to the tell-tale sun descry Our conceal’d solemnity. Come, knit hands, and beat the ground In a light fantastic round.

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The Measure.

Break off, break off, I feel the different pace 145
Of some chaste footing near about this ground.
Run to your shrouds, within these brakes and trees;
Qur number may affright. Some virgin sure *
(For so I can distinguish by mine art)
Benighted in these woods. Now to my charms,

| And hug him into snares.

And to my wily trains; I shallere long 151
Be well stock'd with as fair a herd as graz'd
About my mother Circe. Thus i hurl
My dazzling spells into the spungy air,
of power to cheat the eye o blear illusion, 155 .

And give it false presentments, lest the place
And my quaint habits breed astonishment,
And put the damsel to suspicious flight,
Which must not be, for that's against my course :
I under fair pretence of friendly ends, 1
And well plac'd words of glozing courtesy
Baited with reasons not unplausible,
Wind me into the easy-hearted man,
When once her eye
Hath met the virtue of this magic dust, 1.65
I shall appear some harmless villager,

whom § keeps up about his country gear.
But here she comes, I fairly step aside,
And hearken, if I may, her business here.

The Lady enters.

This way the noise was, if mine ear be true, 170
My best guide now ; methought it was the sound
riot and ill-manag'd merriment,
Such as the jocund flute, or ope
Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, 174
When for their teeming flocks and granges full,
In wenton dance they praise the bounteous Pan
And thank the gods āmiss. I should be loath
To meet the rudeness, and swill'd insolence
Of such late wassailers; yet O where else
Shall I inform my unacquainted feet
In the blind mazes of this tangled wood 2
My Brothers when they saw me wearied out
With this long way, resolving here to lodge
Under the spreading favour of these pines,
Stepp'd, as they said, to the next thicket side
To bring me berries, or such cooling fruit
As the kind hospitable woods provide.
They left me them. when the gray-hooded even,
Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed
form to indo wheels of Phoebus wain.
But where they are, and why they came not back,
Is now the labour of my thoughts; likeliest
They had engag'd their wand'ring steps too far,
And envious darkness, ere thy could return, 194
Had stole them from me; else, 0 thievish Not,
Why shouldst thou, but for some felonious end,
In § dark lantern thus close up the stars,
That nature.hung in heaven, and fill'd their lamps
With everlasting oil, to give due light
To the misled and lonely traveller? 200
This is the place, as well as I o guess,
Whence even now the tumult of loud mirth
Was rife, and perfect in my list'ning ear
Yet nought but single darkness do find.
What might this be 2 A thousand fantasies
Begin to throng into my memory,
Ofcalling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues, that syllable men's names
On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.
These thoughts may startle well, but not astound
The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended 211
By a strong siding champion, Conscience.—
0 welcome pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings,




And thou unblemish'd form of Chastity; 215 I see you visibly, and now believe to whom all things ill

That he, the Supreme Good
Are but as slavish officers o vengeance,
Would send a glist'ring guardian if need were
To keep my ić and honour unassail'd.
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
I did not err, there does a sable clou
Turn forth her silver lining on the night,
And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.
I cannot halloo to my Brothers, but
Such noise as I can make to be heard farthest
I’ll venture, for my new enliven'd spirits
Prompt me; and they perhaps are not far off.

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Comus. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? 245 Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence: How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night, 250 At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smil'd : I have oft heard My mother Circe with the Sirens three, Amidst the flowery-kirtled Naiades Culling their potent herbs, and baleful drugs, 255 Who as they sung, would take the prison'd soul, And lap it in Elysium; Scylla wept, And chid her barking waves into attention, And fell Charybdis murmur'd soft applause:

Yet they in pleasing slumber lull'd the sense, 260
And in sweet madness robb'd it of itself:
But such a sacred, and homefelt delight,
Such sober certainty of waking bliss
I never heard till now. 264

I'll speak to her, And she shall be my queen. #. foreign wonder, Whom certain these rough shades did never breed, Unless the goddess that in rural shrine Dwell'st here with Pan, or Silvan by bless'd song Forbidding every bleak unkindly fo 269 To touch the prosp'rous growth of this tall wood. Lady. Nay, genile Shepherd, ill is lost that praise That is address'd to unattending ears; Not any boast of skill, but extreme shift How to regain my sever'd company, Compell'd me to awake the courteous Echo 275 To give me answer from her mossy couch. Com. wo chance, good Lady, hath bereft you thus: Lady. Dim darkness and this leafy labyrinth. Com. Could that divide you from near-ushering guides 2 Lady. § left me weary on a grassy turf. 280 Com. By falsehood, or discourtesy, or why? Lady. To seek i' th' valley some cool friendly spring. Com. And left your fair side all unguarded, Lady? Lady. They were but twain, and purpos'd quick return. 284 Com. Perhaps forestalling night prevented them. Lady. How easy my misfortune is to hit! Com. Imports their loss, beside the present need? Lady. No less than if I should my brothers lose. Com. Were they of manly prime; or youthful bloom 9 289 Lady. As smooth as Hebe's their unrazor'd lips. Com. Two such I saw, what time the labour'd ox In his loose traces from the furrow came, And the swink'd hedger at his supper sat; I saw them under a green mantling vine That crawls along the side of yon small hill, Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots; Their port was more than human, as they stood: I took it for a fairy vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, 300 And play i' th'o: clouds. I was awe-struck, And as I pass'd, I worshipp'd; if those you seek, It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them. Ilady. Gentle villager, 304 What readiest way would bring me to that place 2 Com. Due west it rises from this shrubby point. Lady. To find out that, good Shepherd, I suppose, In such a scant allowance of star-light, Would overtask the best land-pilot's art, Without the sure guess of well-practis'd feet. 510 Com. I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle or bushy dell of this wild wood And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood; And if your stray-attendants be yet lodg’d, Or shroud within these limits, I shall know Ere morrow wake, or the low-roosted lark From her that nod allet rouse; if otherwise I can conduct you, Lady, to a low But loyal cottage, where you may be safe Till further quest. Lady. Shepherd I take thy word, And trust thy honest offer'd courtesy,

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Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds
With smoky rafters, than in tap'stry halls
And courts of princes, where it first was nam'd, 325
And yet is most pretended: In a place
Less warranted than this, or less secure,
I cannot be, that I should fear to change it.
Eye me, bless'd Providence, and square my trial
To my proportion'd strength. Shepherd, lead
on. 330

The tro Brothers. Eld. Bro. Unmuffle, ye faint stars, and thou,

fair moon,

That wont'st to love the traveller's benizon,
Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloud,
And disinherit Chaos, that reigns here
In double night of darkness, and of shades;
Or if your influence be quite damm'd up
With black usurping mists, some gentle taper,
Though a rush candle from the wicker hole
Of some clay habitation, visit us
With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light, 340
And thou shalt be our star of Arcady,
Or Tyrian Cynosure.

2. Bro. Or if our eyes
Be barr'd that happiness, might we but hear
The folded flocks penn'd in their wattled cotes,
Or sound of pastoral reed with oaten stops,
Or whistle from the lodge, or village cock
Count the might watches to his feathery dames,
'Twould be some solace yet, some little cheering
In this close dungeon of innumerous boughs.
Hut O that hapless virgin, our lost Sister, 350
Where may she wander now, whither betake her
From the chill dew, amongstrude bursand thistles?
Perhaps some cold bank is her bolster now,
Or 'gainst the rugged bark of some broad elm
Leans her unpillow'd head fraught with sad fears.
What if in wild amazement, and affright, 33G
Or, while we speak, within the direful grasp
Of savage hunger, or of savage heat 2

Eld. Bro. Peace, Brother, be not over-exquisite To cast the fashion of uncertain evils; 360 For grant they be so, while they rest unknown, What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid? Or if they be but false alarms of fear, How bitter is such self-delusion ? I do not think my Sister so to seek, Or so unprincipled in virtue's book, And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever, As that the single want of light and noise (Not being in danger, as I trust she is not) 370 Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts, And put them into misbecoming plight. Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon

ere in the flat sea sunk. And wisdom's self 375 Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where with her best nurse contemplation She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too rufiled, and sometimes impair'd. 380 He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' th' centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts, Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself is his own dungeon. 385

2. Bro. 'Tis most true, That musing meditation most affects The pensive secresy of desert cell, Far from the cheerful haunt of men and herds, And sits as safe as in the senate house; For who would rob a hermit of his weeds, His few books or his beads, or maple dish, Or do his gray hairs any violence 2 But beauty, like the fair Hesperian tree Laden with blooming gold, had need the guard 395 Of dragon-watch with unenchanted eye, To save her blossoms, and defend her fruit From the rash hand of bold incontinence. You may as well spread out the unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasure by an outlaw's den, 400 And tell me it is safe, as bid me hope Danger will wink on opportunity, And let a single helpless maiden pass Uninjur'd in this wild surrounding waste. Of night, or loneliness it recks me not; I fear the dread events that dog them both, Lest some ill-greeting touch attempt the person Of our unowned Sister.

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Eld. Bro. I do not, Brother, Infer, as if I o: my Sister's state Secure without all doubt, or controversy: Yet where an o poise of hope and fear Does arbitrate th' event, my nature is That I incline to hope, rather than fear, And gladly banish squint suspicion. My Sister is not so defenceless left As you imagine; she has a hidden strength Which you remember not. 2. Bro. What hidden strength, 419 Unless the strength of heaven, if you mean that? Eld. Bro. I mean that too, but yet a hidden strength, Which if heaven §. it, may be term'd her own, 'Tis chastity, my Brother, chastity: She that has that, is clad in complete steel, 425 And like a quiver'd nymph with arrows keen May trace huge forests, and unharbour'd heaths, Infamous hills, and sandy perilous wilds, Where through the sacred rays of chastity, No savage fierce, bandit, or mountaineer Will dare to soil her virgin purity; Yea there, where very desolation dwells By grots, and caverns shagg'd with horrid shades, §§ may pass on with unblench'd majesty, Beit not done in pride, Qr in presumption. 435 Some say no evil thing float walks by night, In fog, or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre ha;, or stubborn unlaid ghost, That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, 440 Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity. Do ye believe me yet, or shall I call Antiquity from the old schools of Greece To testify the arms of chastity? Hence had the huntress Diam her dread bow, 445 Fair silver-shafted queen, for ever chaste, Wherewith she tam'd the brinded lioness And spotted mountain pard, but set at nought The frivolous bolt of Cupid; gods and men twoods, Fear'd her stern frown, and she was queen o' th' What was that snaky-headed Gorgon shield, That wise Minerva wore, unconquer'd virgin, Wherewith she freez'd her foes to congeal’d stone, But rigid looks of chaste austerity, And noble grace that dash'd brute violence 455 With sudden adoration, and blank awe ? So dear to heaven is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, 3 thousand liveried angels lacky her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream, and solemn vision, Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th’ outward shape, The umpolluted temple of the mind, 465 And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal: but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, 470 The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being. Such are those thick and gloomy shadows damp Oft seen in charnel vaults and sepulchres, 475 Ling’ring, and sitting by a new made grave, .As loath to leave the body that it o And link'd itself by carnal sensuality To a degenerate and degraded state. 2. Bro. How charming is divine philosophy' 480 Not harsh, and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns. Eld. Bro. List, list, I hear 485 Some far-off halloo break the silent air. 2. Bro. Methought so too; what should it be? Eld. Bro. For certain Either some one like us night-founder'd here, Or else some neighbour wood-man, or at worst, 490 Some roving robber calling to his fellows. 2. Bro. Heaven keep my Sister Again, again, and Best draw, and stand upon our guard. inear; Eld. Bro. I'll halloo; If he be friendly, he comes well; If not, 495 Defence is a good cause, and heaven be for us.

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The attendant Spirit, habited like a Shepherd.

That halloo I should know, what are you? speak; Come not too near, you fall on iron stakes else.

spir. What voice is that? my young lord 2 speak again. 2. Bro. O brother, 'tis my father's shepherd, sure. Eld. Bro. Thyrsis? whose artful strains have oft delay'd - 501 The huddling brook to hear his madrigal, And sweeten’d every musk-rose of the dale. How cam'st thou here, good swain? hath any ram Slipp'd from the fold, or young kid lost his dam, Or'straggling wether the pent flock forsook? 506 How couldst thou find this dark sequester'd nook 2 spir. O my lov'd master's heir, and his next joy, I came not here on such a trivial toy As a stray'd ewe, or to pursue the stealth 510 Of pilfering wolf; not all the fleecy wealth That doth enrich these downs, is worth a thought To this my errand, and the care it brought. But, O my virgin fail, where is she 2 How chance she is not in your company 2 515 Eld. Bro. To tell thee sadly, Shepherd, without blame, Or our neglect, we lost her as we came. Spir. Ay me unhappy! then my fears are true. ld. Bro. What fears, good Thyrsis? Prythee briefly show. Spir. I'll tell ye; 'tis not vain or fabulous, 520 (Though so esteem'd by shallow ignorance) What the sage poets, taught by th’ heavenly muse, Story'd of old in high immortal verse, Of dire chimeras and enchanted isles, And rifted rocks whose entrance leads to hell; 525 For such there be, but unbelief is blind. Within the navel of this hideous wood, Immur'd in cypress shades a sorcerer dwells, Of Bacchus and of Circe born, great Comus, Deep skill'd in all his mother's witcheries. And here to every o wanderer, #y sly enticement gives his baneful cup, With many murmurs mix'd, whose pleasing poison The visage |. transforms of him that drinks, g

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And the in glorious likeness of a beast 535
Fixes instead, unmoulding reason's mintage
Character'd in the face; this have I learm'd
Tending my flocks hard by i' th' hilly crofts
That brow this bottom glade, whence might by might
He and his monstrous rout are heard to howl 540
Like stabled wolves, or tigers at their prey,
Doing abhorred rites to Hecate
In their obscured haunts of inmost bowers.
Yet have they many baits, and guileful spells,
To inveigle and invite th' unwary sense -
Of them that pass unweeting by the way:
This evening late, by then the chewing flocks
Had ta'en their supper on the savoury herb
Of knot-grass dew-besprent, and were in fold,
I sat me down to watch upon a bank 550
With ivy canopied, and interwove
With flaunting honey-suckle, and began,
Wrapp'd in a pleasing fit of melancholy,
To meditate my rural minstrelsy,
Till fancy had her fill, but ere a close
The wonted roar was up amidst the woods,
And fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance;
At which I ceas'd, and listen’d them awhile,
Till an unusual stop of sudden silence
Gave respite to the drowsy-flighted steeds,
That draw the litter of close-curtain'd sleep;
At last a soft and solemn breathing-sound
Rose like a steam of rich distill'd perfumes,
And stole upon the air, that even Silence
Was took ere she was 'ware, and wish'd she might

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Deny her nature, and be never more 566
Still to be so displac'd. I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of death: but oh! ere long
Too well I did perceive it was the voice 570

Of my most honour'd Lady, your dear sister.
Amaz'd I stood, harrow'd with grief and fear,
And O poor hapless nightingale, thought I,
How sweet thousing'st, how near the deadly snare.
Then down the lawns I ran with headlong haste,
Through paths and turnings often trod by day, 576
Till guided by mine ear I found the place,
Where that damn'd wizard hid in sly disguise
(For so by certain signs I knew) had met

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2. Bro. O night and shades, thow are * join'd with hell in triple knot, Against th' unarmed weakness of one virgin Alone, and helpless! Is this the confidence You gave me, Brother?

Eld. Bro. Yes, and keep it still, Lean on it safely; not a period Shall be unsaid for me: against the threats of malice or of sorcery, or that power Which erring men call Chance, this I hold firm, Virtue may be assail'd, but never hurt, 596 Surpris'd by unjust force, but not inthrall'd; Yea, even that which mischief meant most harm, Shall in the jo trial prove most glory; But evil on itself shall back recoil, 600 -And mix no more with goodness, when at last Gather'd like scum, of. to itself, It shall be in eternal restless chan Self-fed, and self-consumed: if this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, 605 And earth's base builton stubble. Butcome let's on. Against th' opposing will and arm of Heaven May never this just sword be lifted up; But for that damn'd magician, let him be girt With all the grisly legions that troop 610 Under the sooty flag of Acheron, Harpies and Hydras, or all the monstrous forms *Twixt Africa and Ind, I’ll find him out, And force him to restore his purchase back, Qr drag him by the curls to a foul death, Curs'd as his life.

Spir. Alas! good vent’rous youth, I love thy i. and bold emprise; But here thy sword can do thee little stead; Far other arms, and other weapons must 620 He those that quell the might of hellish charms: He with his bare wand can unthread thy joints, And crumble all thy sinews.

Eld. Bro. Why pr’ythee, Shepherd, How durst thou then thyself approach so near, 525 As to make this relation?

Spir. Care and utmost shifts How to secure the Lady from surprisal, Brought to my mind a certain shepherd lad, Of small regard to see to, yet well skill'd 650 In every virtuous plant and healing herb, That spreads her verdant leaf to th’ morningray: He lov'd me well, and oft would beg me sing, Which when I did, he on the tender grass Would sit and harken e'en to ecstacy, 635 And in requital ope his leathern scrip, And show me simples of a thousand names, Telling their strange and vigorous faculties: A o: the rest a small unsightly root, But of divine effect, he cull'd me out; The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flower, but not in this soil: Unknown, and like est-end, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon; 645 And yet more med'cinal is it than that Moly That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave; He cali'd it Haemony, and gave it me, And bade me keep it as of sov’reign use 'Gainst all enchantments, mildew, blast, or damp Or ghastly furies' apparition. 637 I purs'd it up, but sittle reck'ning made, Till now that this extremity compell’d. But now I find it true; for by this means I knew, the foul enchanter though disguis'd, Enter'd the very *... of his spells, And yet came off; if you have this about you, *As I will give you when we go) you may Boldly assault the necromancer's hall; Where if he be, with dauntless hardihood 660 And brandish’d biode rush on him, break his glass, And shed the luscious liquor on the ground, But seize his wand; though he and his curs'd crew Fierce .. of battle make, and menace high, Qr like the sons of Vulcan vomit smoke, 665 Yet will they soon retire, if he but shrink.

Eld. Bro. Thyrsis, lead on Apace I'll follow thee, And some angel bear as ield before us.

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And you a statue, or as Daphne was Root-bound, that fled Apollo. Lady. Fool, do not boast, Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind 674 With all thy charms, although this corporal rind Thou hast immanacled, while heaven sees Com. Why are you vex'd, Hady ? Why do ye rown 2 Here dwell no frowns, moranger; from these gates Sorrow flies far: See here be all the pleasures That fancy can beget on youthful thoughts, 680 When the fresh blood grows lively, and returns Brisk as the April buds in primrose-season. And first behold this cordial julap here, That flames and dances in his crystal bounds, With spirits of balm, and #o syrups mix’d. Not that Nepenthes, which the wife of Thome 686 In Egypt gave to Jove-born Helena, Is of such power to stir up joy as this, To life so !. , or so cool to thirst Why should you be so cruel to yourself, And to those dainty limbs which nature lent For gentle usage, and soft delicacy 2 But you invert the covenants of her trust, And harshly deal like an ill borrower With that which you receiv'd on other terms, 695 Scorning the unexempt condition By which all mortal frailty may subsist, Refreshment after toil, ease after pain, That have been tir'd all day without repast, And timely rest have wanted; but, fair virgin, 700 This will restore all soon. Lady. 'Twill not, false traitor "Twill not restore the truth and honesty That thou lo banish'd from thy tongue with les. Was this the cottage, and the safe abode 705 Thou told'st me of P what grim aspects are these, These ugly-headed monsters 2 Mercy guard me! Hence with thy brew'd enchantments, foul deceiver; Hast thou betray'd my credulous innocence With visor'd falsehood, and base forgery 2 710 And wouldst thou seek again to trap me here With liquorish baits fit to ensnare a brute? Were it a draft for Juno when she banquets, I would not taste thy treasonous offer; none But such as are good men can give good things, 715 And that which is not good is not delicious To a well-govern’d and wise appetite. Com. O foolishness of men that lend their ears To those budge doctors of the Stoic fur, And fetch their precepts from the Cymic tub. 720 Praising the lean and sallow abstinence. Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth, With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, 725 But .#. please and sate the curious taste? And set to work millions of spinning worms, That in their green shops weave the smooth-hair'd silk, To deck her sons; and that no corner might Be vacant of her plenty, in her own loins 750 She hutch'd th' all worshipp'd ore, and precious To store her children with: if all the world [gems Should in a pet of temp'rance feed on pulse, Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but

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And we should serve him as a o master,
As a penurious niggard of his wealth,
And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons,
Who would be quite surcharg’d with her own
weight, 740
And strangled with her waste fertility, -
Th’ earth cumber'd, and the wing'd air dark'd with
The herds J. over-multitude their lords,
The sea o'erfraught would swell, and th' unsought
Would so emblaze the forehead of the deep, 745
And so bestud with stars, that they below
Would grow inur'd to light, and come at last
To gaze upon the sun with shameless brows.
List, Lady, be not coy, and be not cozen'd
With that same vaunted name virginity.
Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded,
But must be current, and the good thereof
Consists in mutual and partaken bliss,
Unsavoury in th' enjoyment of itself;
If you let slip time, like a neglected rose
It withers on the stalk with languish'd head.

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