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Of Savage hunger, or of Savage heat? COMUS
ELD. BRO. Peace brother, be not over exquisite A Maske
To cast the fashion of uncertaine evils,
COMUS Of dragon watch with uninchanted eye
Be it not done in pride, or in presumption. COMUS
Some say no evill thing that walks by night A Maske
In fog, or fire, by lake, or moorish fen
COMUS The divine propertie of her first being.
A Maske Such are those thick, and gloomie shadows damp
Oft seene in Charnell vaults, and Sepulchers
Hovering, and sitting by a new made grave
As loath to leave the body that it lov'd,
And link't it selfe by carnall sensualitie
To a degenerate and degraded state.
SEC. BRO. How charming is divine Philosophic!
Not harsh, and crabbed as dull fools suppose,
But musicall as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetuall feast of nectar'd sweets
Where no crude surfet raigns.
ELD. BRO. List, list I heare
Some farre off hallow breake the silent aire.
SEC. BRO. Me thought so too, what should it be?
ELD. BRO. For certaine
Either some one like us night founder'd here,
Or else some neighbour wood man, or at worst
Some roaving robber calling to his fellows.
SEC. BRO. Heav'n keepe my sister, agen agen and neere,
Best draw, and stand upon our guard.
ELD. BRO. He hallow,
If he be friendly he comes well, if not
Defence is a good cause, and Heav'n be for us.
THE ATTENDANT SPIRIT HABITED LIKE A
That hallow I should know, what are you, speake,
SPIRIT. O my lov'd masters heire, and his next joy COMUS
I came not here on such a triviall toy A Maske
As a strayd Ewe, or to pursue the stealth
Of pilfering wolfe, not all the fleecie wealth
That doth enrich these downs is worth a thought
To this my errand, and the care it brought.
But 6 [oh] my virgin Ladie where is she,
How chance she is not in your companie?
ELD. BRO. To tell thee sadly shepheard, without blame
Or our neglect, wee lost her as wee came.
SPIRIT. Aye me unhappie then my fears are true.
ELD. BRO. Whatf ears good Thyrsis? prethee briefly shew.
SPIRIT. He tell you, 'tis not vaine, or fabulous
(Though so esteem'd by shallow ignorance)
"What the sage Poets taught by th' heav'nly Muse
Storied of old in high immortall verse
Of dire Chimera's and inchanted lles
And rifted rocks whose entrance leads to hell,
For such there be, but unbeliefe is blind.
jHfH "Within the navill of this hideous wood
Immur'd in cypresse shades a Sorcerer dwells
Of Bacchus, and of Circe borne, great Comus,
Deepe skill'd in all his mother's witcheries,
And here to every thirstie wanderer
By slie enticement gives his banefull cup
With many murmurs mixt, whose pleasing poison
The visage quite transforms of him that drinks,
And the inglorious likenesse of a beast
Fixes instead, unmoulding reasons mintage
Character'd in the face; this have I learn't
Tending my flocks hard by i' th hilly crofts
That brow this bottome glade, whence night by night
He and his monstrous rout are heard to howle
Like stabl'd wolves, or tigers at their prey
Doing abhorred rites to Hecate
In their obscured haunts of inmost bowres.
Yet have they many baits, and guilefull spells
T' inveigle, and invite th' unwarie sense