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COMUS That in the channell strayes,

A Maske Whilst from off the waters fleet
Thus I set my printlesse feet
Ore the cowslips velvet head,

That bends not as I tread,
Gentle swaine at thy request
I am here.

SPIRIT. Goddesse deare

Wee implore thy powerfull hand

To undoe the charmed band

Of true virgin here distrest,

Through the force, and through the wile

Of unblest inchanter vile.

SABRINA. Shepheard tis my office best

To helpe insnared chastitie;

Brightest Ladie looke on me,

Thus I sprinckle on thy brest

Drops that from my fountaine pure

I have kept of precious cure,

Thrice upon thy fingers tip,

Thrice upon thy rubied lip,

Next this marble venom'd seate

Smear'd with gummes of glutenous heate

I touch with chast palmes moist and cold,

Now the spell hath lost his hold.

And I must hast ere morning houre

To waite in Amphitrite's bowre.

SABRINA DESCENDS AND THE LADIE RISES
OUT OF HER SEATE.

SPIRIT. Virgin, daughter of Locrine
Sprung of old Anchises line
May thy brimmed waves for this
Their full tribute never misse
From a thousand pettie rills,
That tumble downe the snowie hills:
Summer drouth, or singed aire

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Never scorch thy tresses faire, COMUS

Nor wet Octobers torrent flood A Maske

Thy molten crystall fill with mudde,

May thy billowes rowle a shoare

The beryll, and the golden ore,

May thy loftie head be crown'd

With many a tower, and terrasse round,

And here and there thy banks upon

With groves of myrrhe, and cinnamon.

(gig Come Ladie while heaven lends us grace,

Let us fly this cursed place,

Lest the sorcerer us intice

With some other new device.

Not a wast, or needlesse sound

Till we come to holyer ground,

I shall be your faithfull guide

Through this gloomie covert wide,

And not many furlongs thence

Is your Fathers residence,

Where this night are met in state

Many a friend to gratulate

His wish't presence, and beside

All the Swains that there abide,

With Jiggs, and rurall dance resort,

Wee shall catch them at their sport,

And our suddaine comming there

Will double all their mirth, and chere,

Come let us hast the stairs are high

But night sits monarch yet in the mid skie.

The Scene changes presenting Ludlow towne and the Presidents Castle, then come in Countrie dancers, after them the attendant Spirit with the two Brothers and the Ladie.

SONG.

SPIRIT. Back shepheards, back enough your play,
Till next Sun-shine holiday,

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COMUS Here be without duck or nod,
A Maske Other trippings to be trod

Of lighter toes, and such Court guise

As Mercury did first devise

With the mincing Dryades

On the lawns, and on the leas.

THIS SECOND SONG PRESENTS THEM TO
THEIR FATHER AND MOTHER.

Noble Lord, and Lady bright,
I have brought yee new delight,
Here behold so goodly growne,
Three faire branches of your owne,
Heav'n hath timely tri'd their youth,
Their faith, their patience, and their truth,
And sent them here through hard assays
With a crowne of deathlesse Praise,
To triumph in victorious dance
Ore sensuall Folly, and Intemperance.

THE DANCES ENDED, THE SPIRIT
EPILOGIZES.

SPIRIT. To the Ocean now I flie,
And those happie climes that lie
Where day never shuts his eye,
Up in the broad fields of the skie:
There I suck the liquid ayre
All amidst the gardens faire
Of Hesperus, and his daughters three
That sing about the golden tree,
Along the crisped shades, and bowres
Revells the spruce and jocond Spring,
The Graces, and the rosie-bosom'd Howres
Thither all their bounties bring,
That there aeternall Summer dwells
And west winds, with muskie wing
About the cedar'n alleys fling
Nard, and Cassia's balmie smells.

Iris there with humid bow COMUS

Waters the odorous banks that blow A Maske

Flowers of more mingled hew

Then her purfl'd scarfe can shew,

And drenches with Elysian dew

(List mortalls, if your eares be true)

Beds of Hyacinth, and roses,

"Where young Adonis oft reposes,

Waxing well of his deepe wound

In slumber soft, and on the ground

Sadly sits th' Assyrian Queene;

But farre above in spangled sheene

Celestiall Cupid her fam'd Son advanc't,

Holds his deare Psyche sweet intranc't

After her wandring labours long,

Till free consent the gods among

Make her his aeternall Bride,

And from her faire unspotted side

Two blissfull twins are to be borne,

Youth, and Joy; so Jove hath sworne.

Hjgg But now my taske is smoothly done,

I can fly, or I can run

Quickly to the greene earths end,

Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend,

And from thence can soare as soone

To the corners of the Moone.

||[fg| Mortalls that would follow me,

Love vertue, she alone is free,

She can teach yee how to clime

Higher then the Sphaerie chime;

Or if vertue feeble were

Heav'n it selfe would stoope to her.

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