But oh , that hapless virgin , our lost sister ! Where may she wander now ?
whither betake her From the chill dew , amongst rude burs and thistles ? Perhaps
some cold bank is her bolster now ; Or ' gainst the rugged bark of some broad
elm 30 ...
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 ) Could stir the constant mood of
Lest some ill - greeting touch attempt the person Of our unowned sister . ELDER
BROTHER . I do not , brother , Infer , as if I thought my sister ' s state Secure
without all doubt or controversy ; Yet , where an equal poise of hope and fear
Either some one like us night - foundered here , Or else some neighbour
woodman , or , at worst , Some roving robber calling to his fellows . SECOND
BROTHER . Heaven keep my sister ! Again , again , and near ; Best draw and
stand upon ...
Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my most honoured lady , your dear
sister . Amazed I stood , harrowed with grief and fear : And oh , poor hapless
nightingale , thought I , How sweet thou sing ' st , how near the deadly snare !
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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.