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As to make this relation?

Care, and utmost shifts,
How to secure the lady from surprisal,
Brought to my mind a certain shepherd lad,
Of small regard to see to, yet well skills
In every virtuous, and healing herb,
That spreads her verdant leaf to the morning ray:
He lov'd me well, and oft would beg me sing;
Which when I did, he on the tender grass
Would sit, and hearken even to ecstasy,
And in requital ope his leathern scrip,
And show me simples of a thousand dames,
Telling their strange and vigorous faculties :
Amongst the rest a small unsightly root,
But of divine effect, he culld me out;
The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it,
But in another country, as he said,
Bore a bright golden flower, but not in this soil :
Unknown, and like esteem’d, and the dull swain
Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon:
And yet more med'cinal is it than that Moly,
That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave;
He call'd it Hæmony, and gave it me,
And bade me keep it as of sovran use
'Gainst all enchantments, mildew blast, or damp,
Or ghastly furies' apparition.
I purs'd it up, but little reckoning made,
Till now that this extremity compellid :

But now I find it true; for by this means
I knew the foul enchanter though disguis'd,
Entered the very lime-twigs of his spells,
And yet came off: If you have this about you,
(As I will give you when we go) you may
Boldly assault the necromancer's hall;
Where if he be, with dauntless hardihood,
And brandish'd blade, rush on him ; break his glass
And shed the luscious liquour on the ground,
But seise his wand; though he and his curs'd crew
Fierce sign of battle make, and menace high,
Or like the sons of Vulcan vomit smoke,
Yet will they soon retire, if he but shrink.
Elder Brother. Thyrsis, lead on apace, I'll fol-

low thee:
And some good Angel bear a shield before us.

The Scene changes to a stately palace, set out with all manner of deliciousness : soft musick, tables spread with all dainties. Comus appears with his rabble, and the Lady set in an enchanted chair, to whom he offers his glass, which she puts by, and goes about to rise.

Nay, Lady, sit; if I but wave this wand,
Your nerves are all chain'd up in alabaster,
And you a statue, or, as Daphne was,
Root-bound that filed Apollo.

Lady. · Fool, do not boast; Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind With all thy charms, although this corporal rind Thou hast immanacled, while Heaven sees good. Comus. Why are you vex'd, Lady? Why do you

frown? Here dwell no froins, nor anger; from these gates Sorrow flies far: See, here be all the pleasures, That fancy can beget on youthful thoughts, When the fresh blood grows lively, and returns Brisk as the April buds in primrose-season. And first, behold this cordial julep here, That fames and dances in his crystal bounds With spirits of balm and fragrant syrops mix’d:. Not that Nepenthes, which the wife of Thone In Egypt gave to Jove-born Holena, Is of such power to stir up joy as this, To life so friendly, or so cool to thirst. Why should you be so cruel to yourself, And to those dainty limbs, which Nature lent For gentle usage and soft delicacy? But you invert the covenants of her trust, And harshly deal, like an ill borrower, With that which you receiv'd on other terms; Scorning the unexempt condition, By which all mortal frailty must subsist, Refreshment after toil, ease after pain, That have been tir'd all day without repast,

And timely rest have wanted; but, fair Virgin,
This will restore all soon.

Lady. 'Twill not, false traitor ! 'Twill not restore the truth and honesty,

That thou hast banish'd from thy tongue with lies. Was this the cottage, and the safe abode, Thou told'st me of? What grim aspects are these, These ugly-headed monster's ? Mercy guard me! Hence with thy brew'd enchantments, foul de

ceiver ! Hast thou betray'd my credulous innocence With visor'd falshood and base forgery? And would'st thou seek again to trap me here With lickerish baits, fit to ensnare a brute ? Were it a draught for Juno when she banquets, I would not taste thy treasonous offer; none, But such as are good men, can give good things; And that, which is not good, is not delicious To a well-govern'd and wise appetite. Comus. O foolishness of men ! that lend their

ears To those budge doctors of the Stoick fur, And fetch their precepts from the Cynick tub, Praising the lean and sallow Abstinencé. Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and focks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable,


But all to please and sate the curious taste ?
And set to work millions of spinning worms,
That in their green shops weave the smooth-hair'd

To deck her sons; and, that no corner might
Be vacant of her plenty, in her own loins
She hutch'd the all-worshipt ore, and precious gems
To store her children with; If all the world
Should in a pet of temperance feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze,
The All-giver would be unthank’d, would be un-

prais'd, Not half his riches known, and yet despis’d; And we should serve him as a grudging master, As a penurious niggard of his wealth ; And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons, Who would be quite surcharg'd with her own weight And strangled with her waste fertility; The earth cumber'd, and the wing'd air dark'd

with plumes, The herds would over-multitude their lords, The sea o'er fraught would swell, and the unsought

diamonds Would so imblaze the forehead of the deep, And so bestud with stars, that they below Would grow inur'd to light, and come at last ".. To gaze upon the sun with shameless brows. List, Lady ; be not coy, and be not cosen'd

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