... and none left out ; Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn, on the Indian
steep From her cabined loophole peep, And to the tell-tale sun descry Our
concealed solemnity. Come, knit hands, and beat the ground, In a light 12
A Mask John Milton. Come, knit hands, and beat the ground, In a light fantastic
round. The Measure. Break off, break off, I feel the different pace Of some chaste
footing near about this ground.
... 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, Or like the sons of Vulcan vomit smoke, Yet will they soon retire, if he but
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 ?
And drenches with Elysian dew (List, mortals, if your ears be true) Beds of
hyacinth and roses, Where young Adonis oft reposes, Waxing well of his deep
wound In slumber soft, and on the ground Sadly sits the Assyrian queen ; 53 But
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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.