All on bended knee be seen, Paying homage to your queen. 6 [After this they put on their chaplets, and prepare for the feaft; while Comus is advancing with his cup, and one of his attendants offers a chaplet to the lady (which she throws on the ground with indignation) the preparation for the feaft is interrupted by lofty and folemn mufic from above, whence the fecond attendant Spirit enters gradually in a fplendid machine, repeating the following lines to the lady, and fings, remaining ftill invisible to Comus and his crew. From the realms of peace above, From the starry throne of Jove, To thefe dim labyrinths, where mortals stray, To fave thy purer breast from spot and blame SONG. Nor on beds of fading flowers, On awful virtue's hill fublime, Enthroned fits th' immortal fair; Who wins her height, must patient climb, So from the first did Jove ordain, [Exit the Spirit, the mufic playing loud and folemn. Lady. Thanks, heav'nly fongfter! whofoe'er thou art, Who Who deign'ft to enter these unhallow'd walls, And would decry the joys they cannot taste. [He offers the cup, which she puts by, and attempts to rife.] Nay, lady, fit; if I but wave this wand, Lady. Fool, do not boast ; Thou can't not touch the freedom of my mind Comus. Why are you vex'd, lady? why do you frown? Lady. Know bafe deluder, that I will not taste it. Keep thy detefted gifts for such as these. [Points to his crew. SONG. By a man. Mortals, learn your lives to measure Soon your spring must have a fall; Then you'll afk, but none will give, Comus. Why fhou'd you be fo cruel to yourself, But you invert the cov❜nants of her truft, By which all human frailty must subsist, Lady. "Twill not, falfe traitor ! 'Twill not reflore the truth and honefty That thou haft banish'd from thy tongue with lies. Was this the cottage, and the fafe abode Thou told'it me of? Hence with thy brew'd enchant ments. Haft thou betray'd my credulous innocence Comus. O, foclifhnefs of men! that lend their ears To thofe budge doctors of the Stoic fur, And fetch their precepts from the Cynic tub, Praifing the lean and fallow abftinence. Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With fuch a full and unwithdrawing hand, Cov'ring the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks, That in their green fhops weave the smooth-hair'd filk, To • To deck her fons; and, that no corner might • Drink the clear ftream, and nothing wear but frize, And live like Nature's baftards, not her fons; • Lady. I had not thought to have unlock'd my lips • Wou'd think to charm my judgment, as mine eyes, Obtruding falfe rules, prank'd in reason's garb. I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, • And virtue has no tongue to check her pride. And the no whit encumber'd with her store; Crams, and blafphemes his feeder.' Shall I go on? Comus. Enough to fhew That you are cheated by the lying boasts Of farving pedants, that affect a fame From fcorning pleafures, which they cannot reach. Euphrofyne Euphrofyne fings *. Preach not to me your mufty rules, Comus. These are the maxims of the truly wife, • Of fuch as practise what they preach to others. Here are no hypocrites, no grave diffemblers; • Nor pining grief, nor eating cares approach us, Nor fighs, nor murmurs -but of gentle Love, Whose woes delight: What must his pleasures then? Euphrofyne fings. Ye Fauns, and ye Dryads, from hill, dale, and grove, Trip, trip it along, conducted by Love; Swiftly refort to Comus' gay court, And in various measures fhew Love's various fport. • Enter the Fauns and Dryads, and attend to the following • directions. The tune is play'd a fecond time, to which they dance. Now lighter and gayer, ye tinkling ftrings, found; • 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. Difdaining, complaining, • Indifference now feigning. Again with quick feet the ground beat, beat, beat. ' [Exeunt dancers. Sung by Comus, as now performed at Covent-garden theatre. D 2 Comus. |