A Mask John Milton. Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger ; And here
their tender age might suffer peril, His orient liquor in a crystal glass, To quench
A Mask John Milton. His orient liquor in a crystal glass, To quench the drouth of
Phoebus : which, as they taste LADY. This way the noise was, if mine ear he.
I must he viewless now. [COMUS enters with a charming rod in one hand, his
glass in the other ; with him a rout of monsters, headed lite sundry sorts of wild
beasts, but otherwise like men and women, their apparel glistering ; they come.
... Where if he be, with dauntless hardihood, And brandished blade, rush on him ;
break his glass, And shed the luscious liquor on the ground, But seize his wand ;
though he and his cursed crew Fierce sign of battle make, and menace high, ...
The Brothers rush in with swords drawn, wrest his glass out of his hand, and
break it against the ground : his rout make sign of resistance, but are all driven in.
The Attendant Spirit comes iť.] What, have you let the false enchanter 'scape ?
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I much prefer John Kinsella's updated version 'A Dialogic Mask' which, rather engagingly, includes John Milton's original in a beautifully produced hardback. Comus is available from Arc Publications.