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Tbe attendant SPIRIT descends or enters. And here their tender age might suffer peril, 40 BERO EFORE the starry threshold of Jove's court But that by quick command from sovran Jove

My mansion is, where those immortal shapes I waz dispatch'd for their defense and guard; of bright aereal Spirits live inspher'd

And listen why, for i will tell you now In regions mild of calm and serene air,

What never yet was heard in tale or song, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, 5 From old or modern bard, in hall or bower. 45 Which men call Earth, and with low-thoughted

Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape

Crush'd the sweet poison of mis-used wine', Confin'd, and pester'd in this pin-fold here, After the Tuscan mariners transform'd, Strive to keep up a frail and feverish being, Coasting the 'Tyrrhene shore, as the winds listed, Umindful of the crown that Virtue gives On Circe's iland fell : (Who knows not Circe 50 After this mortal change to her true servants The daughter of the sun? whose charm'd cup Amongst the enthron'd Gods on sainted seats. Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape, Yet some there be that by due steps aspire

And downward fell into a groveling wine) To lay their juft hands on that golden key,

This Nymph that gaz'd upon his clustering locks, That opes the palace of eternity :

With ivy berries wreath'd, and his blithe youth, 55 To such my errand is; and hut for such, IS Had by him, ere he parted thence, a fon I would no: fcil these pure ambrosial weeds Much like his father, but his mother more, With the rank vapors of this lin.worn meld. Whom therefore she brought up, and Comus But to my talk! Neptune, belides the fway

Dan'd, Op

every salt flood, and cach cbbing stream, Who, ripe, and frolic of his full grown age, Took in by lot 'twixt high and nether Jove

60 20 Roving the Celtic and Iberian tields, Imperial rule of all the sca-girt iles,

At loft betakes him to this ominous wriod, That like to rich and various gems inlay

And in thick shelter of black shades imbower'd The unadorned bofoni of the deep,

Excels his mother at her mighty art, Which he to grace his tributary Gods,

Offering to every weary traveller By course commits to several government, 25 His orient liquor in a crystal glass,

65 And givesthem leave to wear their fapphire crowns,

To quench the drouth of Phæbus, which as they And wicid their little tridents : but this lle,

taste, The greatest and the best of all the main, (For most do taste through fond intemperate thirst) He quarters to his blue-hair'd deities;

Soon as the potion works, their human count'And all this tract that fronts the falling sun 30

nance, A noble Peer of nickle trust and power

Th' exprefs resemblance of the Gods, is chang'd Has in his charge, with temper'd awe to guide

Into fome brurith form of wolf, or bear, An old, and haughty nation proud in arms : Or ounce, or tiger, hog, or bearded goat, Where his fair offspring nurs'd in princely lore

All other parts reinaining as they were; Are coming to attend their father's state,

35 And they, so perfect is their milery, And new-intrusted scepter ; but their way

Not once perceive their foul disfigurement, Lies through the perplex'd paths of this arear wood, But boast thunelves more comely than before, 75 The nodding horror of whose fhady brows And all their friends and native homu forget, Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger; To roll with pleasure in a sensual liy.


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Thercforc when any favor'd of high Jove Wherein thou rid'st with Hecat', and befriend
Chances to pass through this adventrous glade, Us thy vow'd priests, till utmoit end
Swist as the sparkle of a glancing star

80 Of all thy dues be done, and none left ont,
I foot from Heav'n, to give him safe convoy, Ere the blabbing eastern scout,
As now I do: But first I must put off

The nice morn on th' Indian steep There my sky robes spun out of Iris' wool,

From her cabin'd loophok poes,

146 And take the weeds and likeneis of a swain, And io the teli-talo sun defory' That to the survice of this house belongs,

85 Our conceal's folemnity;
Who with his fost pipe, and smooth cittied song, Come, knit hands, and beat the ground
Well knows to fill the wild winds when they roar, In a light fantastic round.
And hush the waving woods, cor of less faith,

Tie Mafure.
And in this office of his mountain watch,
Likeliest, and nearest to the preint aid

Break cft, hocak o?, I feel the different pace 143 Of this occasion. But I hear the tread

Of fome catte footing near about this ground. Of haitíul fleps. I must be vicv.lcss now. Run to your hrouds, within thefe brakes and trees;

Our nuniber meg atiright: Some virgin sure Comus enters with a charmingorod in one lärd, lis geef (lor so I can distinguish by mine art)

in the ot'er ; with him e rout of 180złcrs, lented Benighieri in the fewoods. Now to my charms, 150 like fundry forts of aill loosis, but otverrijte lide And to my wily truirs; I thailore long men and wolne, their apparel giliriz; kimycore

Be wuil-stock'd with as fair a herd as graz'd in making a riotous anduruly scifi, wilá ocritas in About my mother Circe. Thus I hurl their Lands.

My dazling spells into the spuogy air,

Of power to cicat the eye with bkar illufioa, 153 Com. The fear that bids thic shepherd fold, And give it aife preteniments, left the place Now the top of Heav'n dioth hold,

And my habits breed astonishment, And the giller car of day

95 And put the Jamiel to fufpicious fight, His glowing are doi'. alay

Which must not be, for that's against my course; In the steep Atlanie trooni,

| under fuir pretence of friendly ends, And the flope sun his upward beam

And well-plac'd words of glozing courtesy Shoots agairt the dulky role,

Baited with reasons not unplanfible, Pacing toward the other goal

Wind me into the easy-hearted man, Cf his chamber in the cast.

And hug him into suares. When once her eye Mican wliile welcome Joy, an i Fcafi,

Hath met the virtue of this magic dost, Midnight Shout, and Revelry,

I shall appear some harmleis villager, Tinfy Dance, and Jollity.

Whom :hrist keeps up about his country gear. Braid your locks with rosy twire,

Butlere fe conies, I fairly step aside, Dropping ode:s, dropping wile.

And hcarken, if I may, her bufineis here.
Rigor now is gelie to bed,

The Ldy enters.
And Advice with itupulous head,
Strict Age, ard four Severity,

This way the noise was, if mine car be true, 1*9 With their grave luw: in flumber lie.

Ny best guide now; methought it was the found We that are oi purer fie

of rict and ill-manag'd mertimert, Initate the starry suire,

Such as the jocund flute, or gamcfome pipe, Who, in ibuir niyetly watchful spheres,

Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hirds, Lead in swift round the months and years. When for treir tecnuing flocks, and granges fun The sounds and feus, with all chitir finny drove, In wanton dance they praise the bourteous Par. Now to the moon in wavering morsice move; And thank the Gods anuifs. I should be lostá And on the tawny funds and heltu

To me t the rudeness and (will'd insolence rip the sert fueries and the dapper elves. Of such late waffailers; yet ( where else By diripied brook, and fountain brim,

Shall I inform my unacquainted fect
The Woov Nymphs deck'd with daisies trim, I 20 In the blind mazes of this targled wood ?
Their nierry wakes and palies keep:

My Brothers, when they faw me wearicd est What haih niche to do with 1.ep?

With this long way, rcfolving here to locos Naht nach better sweets to prove,

Under the spreading favor of these fines, Venus now wokes, and wakens iuve.

Stepe, as they faid, to the next thicket Gde 1: Cine let us our rito begin,

125 To bring me berries, or such cooling fra 'rison's day-light that makes sin,

As the kind hospitable woods provide. Which in fe cun Macies will ne'er report.

'They left nie then, when the gray-looded Erez, Hail Goddess of nociurnal sport,

Like a fad votariit in palmer's weed, Dark-veii'd Cotylio, t' whom the fecrc: flanie Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phæbus': Of midnight torch's burss; mysterious danie, 130 But where they are, and why they came ret bes That ne'cr art call'd, but when the draden womb is now the labor of my thoughts; 'tis likelicit Of Stygian darknes, spits her thicketà gloon, They had engag'd their wandering feps too ta, srd makes one blot of all the air,

And envious darkness, ere they could return, i. Stay thy cloudy cbon chair,

134 Had stole them from me; elfe, O thicvith NS

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Why hould'st thou, but for some felonious end, And lap it in Elysium; Scylla wept,
In thy dark lantern thus close up the dars, And chid her barking waves into attention,
That nature hung in Heav'n, ard fill'd their lamps And fell Charybdis murmur'd loft applause :
With everlasting oil, to give due light

Yee they in plealing slumber lullid the sense, 260 To the milled and lonely traveller?

And in sweet masiness robb'd it of itself;
This is the place, as well as I may guess,

But such a sacred, and home-felt delight,
Whence even now the tumult of loud mirth Such fober certainty of wabing bliss,
Was rife, and perfect in my lifening ear,

I never heard till now. I'll fpeak to her, 264 Yet nought but single darkness do I find.

And she shall be my queen. Hail, foreign wonder, What might this be? A thousand fantasies 205

Whom certain these rough saades did never breed, Begin to throng into my memory,

Unless the Goddess that in rural farine Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, Dwell'st here with Pan, or Sylvan, by blest song And aery tongues, that syllable mens names Forbidding every blcak unkindly fog 269 On lands, and shores, and desert wildernesses. To touch the prosperous growth of this tall wood, These thoughts may itartle well, but not astound La. Nay, gentle Shepherd, ill is lost that praise The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended 211 That is address'd to unattending ears; By a strong siding champion, conscience. Nor any boil of skill, but extreme shift O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope, | How to regain my sever'd company, Thou hovering Angel girt with golden wings, Compellid ine to awake the courteous Echo 275 And thou upblemish'd form of Chastity; 215 To give me answer from her moffy couch. I see you visibly, and now believe

Cum. What chance, good Lady, hath bercft That he, the Supreme Good, t' whom all things ill Are but as llavish officers of vengeance,

LA. Dim darkness, and this leafy labyrinth. Would send a glistering guardian, if need were, Com. Could that divide you from near-ulering To keep my life and honor unaffail'd.

guides ? Was I deceiv'd, or did a fable cloud

La. They left me weary on a grally turf. 280 Turn forth her filver lining on the night?

Com. By fallhood, or discourtesy, or why? I did not err, there does a sable cloud

La. To seek i'th' valley some cool friendly Turn forth her silver lining on the night,

fpring: And casts a gleam over this tufted grove. 225

Com.' And left your fair fide all unguarded, I caonot hallow to my Brothers, but

Lady? Such noise as I can make to be heard fartheit

LA. They were but twain, and purpos'd quick I'll venture, for my new inliven'd spirits Prompt me; and they perhaps are not far off. Com. Perhaps forc-stalling night prevented

them. SONG.

LA. How easy my misfortune is to hit!

Com. Imports their lofs, beside the prefent need? SWEET Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'it unseen

La. No less than if i should my Brothers lose. Within thy aery fhell,

Com. Were they of manly prime, or youthful By low Meander's margent green,

bloom! And in the violet-embroider'd valc,


LA. As smooth as Hebe’s their unrazor'd lips. Where the love-lorn nightingale

Com. Two such I faw, what time the labor'd ox Nightly to thee her fad song mourneth well; 235

In his loose traces from the furrow came,
Canit thou not tell me of a gentle pair

And the swinkt hedger at his fupper lat;
That likest thy Narcillus are?

I saw them under a green mantling vine
O if thou have

That crawls along the file of yon Imall hill, 295
Hid them in some flowery cave,

Plucking ripe clutters from the tender fhouts; Tell me but where,


Their port was more than human, as they ftcod : Sweet queen of parly, daughter of the sphere,

I took it for a fairy vision So may'st thou be translated tu the skies,

Of some gay creatures of the element, And give resounding grace to all Heav'n's harmo.

That in the colors of the rainbow live, 300 nies.

And play i'ch' plighted clouds. I was aw-ftruck, Com. Can any mortal mixture of carth's mold And as i past, I wortipt; is thol you leuk, Breathe such divine inchanting ravishment ? 245 li were a journey likse ile path to Heaven, Sure something holy lodges in that breait,

To help you find them. And with these raptures noves the vocal air

La, Gentle Villager,

305 To teftily his hidden residence :

What readiet way would bring me to that place? How sweetly did they flote upon the wings

Com. Due welt it riles from this shrubby j'int. Of filence, through the empty-vaulted night, 250 LA. To find out that, good Shepherd, I fuppofi, At every fall smoothing the raven down

In such a fcant allowance of far-light, Of darkness till it {mil'd! I have olc heard Would overtalk the best land-pilot's art, My mother Circe with the Syrens thorce,

Without the fure guess of well-pradis'd feet. 310 Amidst the Rowery-kirtled Naiades

Com. I kuow each lane, and every alley green, Culling their potent herbs, and baleful drugs, 255 Dingle, or bu hy deil of this wild wood, Who as they sung, would cake the prison'd loul, And cvery bolky bourn fron lide to lide,




My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood; Virtue could see to do what virtue would
And if youi Cray-actereunce be yet lodg'd, 315 By her own radiant light, though fun and moon
Or hroud within these limits, I shall know Were in the flat fea sunk. And wisdom's Ielf
Ere morrow vake, or the low-roofed lark Oft feks to sweet retir'd folitude,

376 From herthnicho pelit roulu; if otherwise, Where with her belt nurse contemplation I can coraid you, Lady, to a low

She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, But loyal Lociage, where you may be safe 320 That in the various bustle of refort Til further greit.

Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. 3&o La. Shepherd, I take thy word,

He that has light within his own clear breast Ard trust thy honest offer'd courtesy,

May lit i'th' center, and enjoy brighe day : Which oft is sooper found in lowly heds

But he that hides a dark soul, and soul thoughts, With smoky rafters, than in tap'ítry halls

Renighted walks under the mid-day fun;
And courts of princes, where it tirst was nam'd, Himself is his own dungeon.
And yet is molt pretended : In a place 326

2 Bro. "Tis most true,

385 Less warranted thin this, or less fecure,

That muling meditation most affc&s I cannot be, that I should fear to change it. The pentive secrecy of defert cell, Eye me, bleft Providence, and square my trial Far fron the chearful haunt of men and herds, To niy proportion'd Itrength! Shepherd, lcad on. And sits as fafc as in a fenate house;

For who would rob a hermit of his weeds, 390 The two BROTHERS.

His few books, or his beads, or maple dish, 1 Bro. Unmuffle, ye faint Stars, and thou fair Or do his gray hairs any vinlence? Moor,

331 But beauty, like the fair Hesperian tree That wont'st to love the traveller's benizon, Laden with blooming gold, had need the guard Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloud, Of dragon-watch with uninchanted eye, 395 And disinherit Chaos, that reigns here

To save her blossoms, and defend her fruit In double night of darkness and of shades; 335

From the rash hand of bold incontinence. Or if your influence be quite dimni'd up

You may as well spread out the uníunn'd heaps With black ufurping mifts, fome gentle taper, Of misers' trcasure by an out-law's den, 'Though a rush candle from the wicker hole And tell me it is fase, as bid me hope Of some clay habitation, visit us

Danger will wink on opportunity, With thy long level'd rule of streaming light, 340 And let a fingle helpless maiden pass And thou shalt be our star of Arcady,

Uninjur’d in this wild surrounding waste. Or Tyrian Cynosure.

Of night, or loneliness it recks me not; 2 Bro. Or if our eyes

I fear the dread events that dog them both, 405 Be barr'd that happiness, might we but hear Leit fonie ill-greeting touch attempt the person The folded flocks penn'd in their watled cotes, Of our unowned Sifter. Or sound of paftoral reed with oaten ftops, 345 i Bro. I do not, Brother, Or whistle from the lodge, or village cock Infer, as if I thought my Sister's state Count the night watches to his fathery dames, Sccure without all doubt, or controverfy; "Twould be fome fulace yet, fome little chearing Yet where an equal poise of hope and scar In this clofe dungeon of innumerous boughs. Does arbitrarc th' event, my nature is But ) that hapless virgin, our loft Silter, 350 That lincline to hope, rather than fear, Where may she wander now, whitier betake her And gladly banish Iquint suspicion. From the chill duw, amongst rude burs and thil My Sitter is not to defenseless left tles?

As you imagin; Nie' has a hidden strength 453 Perhaps some cold bank is her bolster now, Which you remember noi. Or 'gainst tiie rugged bark of some broad cim 2 Bro. What hidden strength, Leans ber unpillow'u head fraught with fad fears. Unless the strength of Heav'n, if you mean tha: What if in wild amazement, and affright, 356 i Bio. I mean that too, but yet a hilda Or, while we speak, within the direiul grasp

Arength, Of lavage hunger, or vi fuvarebeat?

Which is Heav'n gave it, may be term'd her ows: i Bro. Peace, Brother, le not over-exquisite 'Tis chastity, my Brother, chastity : To cafe the fashion of unce:tiin evils : 360 She that has that, is ciau in complete steel, for grant they be to, while they reit unknown Aud like a quiver'd nymph with arrows keen Wat need a man foreftall his siste of gril, May trace huge forclts, and unharbour'd heaths, And run to mect what lie woud inoit avoid? Irfamous hills, and fancy perilous wilds, Or if they be but falfe alarms of lear,

Where, through the facred rays of chaftity, 415 Blow birter is such fell-dulufion?

365 | No favage fierce, bandite, or mountaneer I do not think my Sifter so tu leek,

Will dare to soil her virgin purity : Or to unprincipled in virtue's book,

Vea there, where very desolation dwells, And the sweet place that goculness bosoms ever, By grots, and caverns thagg’d with horrid hades, As that the firgle want of light ard noise

She may pals on with unblench'd majelly, (Not being in danger, as I trust the is not) 370 Be it not done in pride, or in presumption. Could stir the constant mord on her calm thoughts, Sonie say no evil thing that waiks by night, Ald put them into mis becoming pigl.i.

In 10g, or fire, by lake, or mooridh fen,



Blue meagre lag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, Spi. What voice is that? my young Lord ? 'That breaks his magic chains at Curfeu time, 435

speak again. No goblin, or swart faery of the mine,

2 Bro. O brother, 'tis my father's shepherd, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.

sure. Do ye believe mic yet, or shall I call

I Bro. Thyrsis ? whose artful strains have oft Antiquity from the old schools of Greece

delay'd To testify the arms of Chastity?

440 The huddling brook to hear his madrigal, 495 Hence had the huntress Dian her dread bow, And sweeten'd every muškrose of the dale. Fair silver-shafted queen, for ever chatte,

How can'lt thou bere, good Swain? hath any Wherewith the tam'd the brinded lioness And spotted mountain pard, but let at nonght Slipt from the fold, or young kid lost his dam, The frivolous bolt of Cupid; Guds and men 445 Or ftraggling wether the pent fock forfook? Fear’d her stero frown, and he was queen o'th' How couldst thou find this dark lequefter d nook? woods.

Spi. () my lov'd master's heir, and his nexe joy, What was that snaky-headed Gorgon shield, I came not here on such a trivial toy That wife Minerva wore, ueconquer’d virgin, As a stray'd ewe, or to pursue the stealth Wherewith the freez'd her foes to congeal'd stone, Of pilfering wolf; not all the fleecy wealth 504 But rigid looks of chaste austerity,


That doth enrich these downs, is worth a thought And noble grace that dash'd brute violence To this my errand, and the care it brought. With sudden adoration, and blank awe?

But, O my virgin Lady, where is shc? So dear to Heav’n is saintiy chastity,

How chance she is not in your company? That when a soul is found sincerely so,

i Bro. To tell thee sadiy, Shepherd, without A thousand liveried Angels lai ky her,


blame, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, Or our neglect, we lost her as we came. 510 And in clear dream, and folemn vision,

Sri. Ay mie unhappy! then my fears arc true. Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear,

I Bro. What fears, good Thyrfis? Pr'ythee Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants

briefiy shew. Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape, 460 Spi. l'll tell you; 'tis not vain or fabulous, The unpolluted temple of the mind,

(Though fo esteem'd by Mallow ignorance) And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, What the fage poets, taught by th' heav'nly Muse, Till all be made inmortal : but when lutt, Story'd of old in high immortal verse, 516 By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, Of dire chimera's and inchanted iles, But most by leud and lavilh act of sin, 465 And risted rocks whose entrance leads to Hell; Lets in defilement to the inward parts,

For such there be, but unbelief is blind. The soul grows clotted by contagion,

Within the navel of this hideous wood,

520 Imbodies, and imbrutes, till the quite lose Immur'd in cypress shades, a sorcerer dwells, The divine property of her first being.

Of Bacchus and of Circe born, great Comus, Such are those thick and gloomy shadows damp Deep skill'd in all his mother's witcheries, Oft feen in charnel vaults, and sepulchers,

And here to every thirsty wanderer Lingering, and fitting by a new-made grave, By lly enticement gives his banesul cup, 525 As İnath to leave the body that it lov'd,

With many murniurs mix'd, whose pleasing poison And link'd itself by carnal sensuality

The visage quite transforms of him that drinks, To a degencrate and degraded state. 475 And the inglorious likeness of a heast

2 Bro. How charming is divine philosophy! Fixes instead, unmolding reason's niintage Not haríh, and crabbed, as duil fools suppose, Character'd in the face; this have I learnt 530 But musical as is Apollo's lute,

Tending my flocks hard by i'th' hilly crofts, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,

That brow this bottom glade, whence night by Where no crude surfeit reigns.

night i Bro. Lift, lift, I hear

480 He and his monstrous rout are heard to howl Some far off hallow break the silent air.

Like stabled wolves, or tigers at their prey, 2 Bro. Methought so too; what should it be? Doing abhorred rites to Hecate

535 i Bro. For certain

In their obscured haunts of inmost bowers. Either some one like us night-founder'd here, Yet have they many baits, and guilesul spells, Or else some neighbour wood-man, or, at worst, To' invcigle and invite th' unwary sense Some roving robber calling to his fellows. 485 of them that pass unweeting by the way. 2 Bro. Heav'n keep my Sister! Again, again, This evening late, by then the chewing flocks 540

Had ta'en their supper on the favory herb Best draw, and stand upon our guard.

Of knot-grass dew-befprent, and were in fold, I BRO. I'll hallow;

I sat me down to watch upon a bank If he be friendly, he comes well; if not,

With ivy canopied, and intorwove Defense is a good cause, and Heav'n be for us. With flaunting honey-fuckle, and began, 545 The attendant spirit babited like a flipberd.

Wrapt in a pleasing fit of melancholy,

To meditate my rural minitrelsy,
That hallow I should know, what are you? speak; Till fancy had her fill, but cre a close
Çome not too near, you fall on iron takes else. The wonted roar was up amidit the woods,


and near;

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