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COMUS In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan,
Thou flittering Angel girt with golden wings, COMUS
And thou unblemish't forme of Chastitie A Maske
I see yee visibly, and now beleeve
That he, the Supreme good, t' whom all things ill
Are but as slavish officers of vengeance
Would send a glistring Guardian if need were
To keepe my life, and honour unassail'd.
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud
Turne forth her silver lining on the night?
I did not erre, there does a sables cloud
Turne forth her silver lining on the night
And casts a gleame over this tufted Grove.
I cannot hallow to my Brothers, but
Such noise as I can make to be heard fardest
He venter, for my new enliv'nd spirits
Prompt me; and they perhaps are not farre off.
Sweet echo, sweetest Nymph that liv'st unseene
By slow Meander's margent greene,
Where the love-lorne Nightingale
Canst thou not tell me of a gentle Paire
O if thou have
COMUS. Can any mortall mixture of Earths mould
COMUS How sweetly did they float upon the wings
COMUS. Imports their losse, beside the praesent need? COMUS
LADIE. No lesse then if I should my brothers lose. A Maske
COMUS. Were they of manly prime, or youthful bloom?
LADIE. As smooth as Hebe's their unrazor'd lips.
COMUS. Two such I saw, what time the labour'd Oxe
In his loose traces from the furrow came,
And the swink't hedger at his Supper sate;
I saw them under a greene mantling vine
That crawls along the side of yon small hill,
Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots,
Their port was more then humaine; as they stood,
I tooke it for a faerie vision
Of some gay creatures of the element
That in the colours of the Rainbow live
And play i'th plighted clouds, I was aw-strooke,
And as I past, I worshipt; if those you seeke
It were a journey like the path to heav'n
To helpe you find them.
LADIE. Gentle villager
"What readiest way would bring me to that place?
COMUS. Due west it rises from this shrubbie point.
LADIE. To find out that good shepheard I suppose
In such a scant allowance of starre light
"Would overtask the best land-pilots art
Without the sure guesse of well-practiz'd feet.
COMUS. I know each lane, and every alley greene
Dingle, or bushie dell of this wild wood,
And every boskie bourne from side to side
My daylie walks and ancient neighbourhood,
And if your stray attendance be yet lodg'd
Or shroud within these limits, I shall know
Ere morrow wake, or the low-roosted larke
From her thach't palate rowse, if otherwise
I can conduct you Ladie to a low i
But loyall cottage, where you may be safe
Till further quest.'
LADIE. Shepheard I take thy word,
And trust thy honest offer'd courtesie,
COMUS Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds
And courts of Princes, where it first was nam'd,
And yet is most praetended: in a place
Lesse warranted then this, or lesse secure
I cannot be, that I should feare to change it,
Eye me blest Providence, and square my triall
To my proportion'd strength. Shepheard lead on.—
THE TWO BROTHERS.
ELD. BRO. Unmuffle yee faint stars, and thou fair moon