"Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, "But with besotted, base ingratitude · "Crams, and blasphemes his feeder." Shall I go on? Or have I said enough ?· Com. Enough to shew That you are cheated by the lying boasts From scorning pleasures, which they cannot reach. 250 260 Com. "These are the maxims of the tru lywise, "Of such as practise what they preach to others. "Here are no hypocrites, no grave dissemblers; "Nor pining grief, nor eating cares approach us, "Nor sighs, nor murmurs— -but of gentle Love, "Whose woes delight; What must his pleasures then? "EUPHROSYNE sings. "Ye Fauns, and ye Dryads, from hill, dale, and grove, "Trip, trip it along, conducted by Love; Sung by Comus, as now performed at Covent-garden Theatre, Swiftly resort to Comus' gay court, "And in various measures shew Love's various sport. 270 "Enter the Fauns and Dryads, and attend to the folThe tune is play'd a second time, lowing directions. "to which they dance. "Now lighter and gayer, ye tinkling strings, sound; "Light, light in the air, ye nimble nymphs, bound. "Now, now with quick feet the ground beat, beat, beat; "Now with quick feet the ground beat, beat, beat, &c. "Now cold and denying, "Now kind and complying, "Consenting, repenting, "Disdaining, complaining, “ Indifference now feigning, · 280 Again with quick feet the ground beat, beat, beat. "[Exeunt Dancers." Com. List, Lady, be not coy, and be not cozen'd With that same vaunted name Virginity. "Beauty is nature's coin, must not be hoarded, "But must be current, and the good thereof "Consists in mutual and partaken bliss, "Unsavory in th' enjoyment of itself:" "If you let slip time, like a neglected rose, "It withers on the stalk with languish'd head. "Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown 290 In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, "Where most may wonder at the workmanship. "It is for homely features to keep home, "They had their name thrence: Coarse complexions, "And cheeks of sorry grain, will serve to ply "The sampler, and to teaze the housewife's wool." What need a vermeil tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn? There was another meaning in these gifts; Think what, and be advis'd: you are but young yet; This will inform you soon. Lady. "To him that dares 301 "Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words Against the sun-clad power of chastity, purpose ? "Fain would I something say, yet to what "Thou hast nor ear, nor soul to apprehend ; . "And thou art worthy that thou should'st not know "More happiness than this thy present lot. "Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric, "That has so well been taught her dazzling fence : "Thou art not fit to hear thyself convinc'd, "Yet should I try, the uncontroled worth 311 "That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize, "And the brute earth would lend her nerves, and shake, "Till all thy magic structures, rear'd so high, 66 320 "To some of Saturn's crew. I must dissemble, "And try her yet more strongly-Come, no more, "This is meer moral babble, and direct Against the canon laws of our foundation; "I must not suffer this, yet 'tis but the lees "And settlings of a melancholy blood; "But this will cure all strait," one sip of this Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, Beyond the bliss of dreams. Be wise, and taste. 33° [The Brothers rush in with swords drawn, wrest the glass out of his hand, and break it against the ground; his rout make signs of resistance, but are all driven in.] Enter the First Spirit. What, have you let the false enchanter scape? Yet stay, be not disturb'd; now I bethink me, "The soothest shepherd that e'er pip'd on plains: "I learn'd 'em then, when with my fellow swain, "The youthful Lycidas, his flocks I fed.” There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure, That sways the Severn stream; F "And, as the old swain said," she can unlock "And see the swain himself in season comes." Enter the Second Spirit. Haste, Lycidas, and try thy tuneful strain, SONG. By Second Spirit. Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting In twisted braids of lilies knitting 350 The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; 360 Goddess of the silver lake, Listen and save. SABRINA rises and sings. By the rushy-fringed bank, Where grows the willow and the osier dank, My sliding chariot stays, Thick set with agate, and the azure sheen Of Turkis blue, and em'rald That in the channel strays; green, |