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The attendant SPIRIT, afterwards in the habit of

COMUS with his crew.
SABRINA the Nymph.

The chief persons who presented were,

Mr. THOMAS EGERTON his brother.


The Mask was presented in 1634, and consequently in

the zoth year of our author's age. In the title-page of the first edition, printed in 1637, it is said that it was presented on Michaelmas night, and there was

this motto,

“ Eheu quid volui misero mihi! floribus austrum « Perditus

In this edition, and in that of Milton's poems in 1645,

there was prefixed to the Mask the following dedication.

To the Right Honorable JOHN Lord Viscount BRACKLY, son and heir appa

rent to the Earl of BRIDGEWATER, &C.


HIS poem, which received its first occafion of birth from yourself and others of


noble family, and much honor from your own person in the performance, now returns again to make a final dedication of itself to you. Although not openly acknowledg’d by the author, yet it is a legitimate offspring, fo lovely, and so much desired, that the often copying of it hath tir’d my pen to give my several friends fatisfaction, and brought me to a necessity of producing it to the public view; and now to offer it up in all rightful devotion to those fair hopes, and rare endowments of your much promising youth, which give a full afsu


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rance, to all that know you, of a future excellence. Live, sweet Lord, to be the honor of your name; and receive this as your own, from the hands of him, who hath by many favors been long oblig'd to your most honor'd parents; and as in this representation your attendant Thyrsis, so now in all real expression

Your faithful and most

humble Servant,




M A S K.

The first Scene discovers a wild Wood.

The attendant Spirit descends or enters.


EFORE the starry threshold of Jove's court

My manfion is, where those immortal shapes
Of bright aereal Spirits live inspher'd
In regions mild of calm and serene air,
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot,

5 Which men call Earth, and with low-thoughted care 1 Confin’d, and pefter'd in this pin-fold here,

Strive to keep up a frail and feverith being,
Unmindful of the crown that Virtue gives
After this mortal change to her true servants
Amongst the enthron’d Gods on sainted seats.
Yet some there be that by due steps aspire
To lay their juft hands on that golden key,
That opes the palace of eternity:
To such my errand is ; and but for such,

15 I would not foil these


ambrosial weeds
With the rank vapors of this fin-worn mold.

But to my task. Neptune, besides the sway
Of every falt flood, and each ebbing ftream,
Took in by lot 'twixt high and nether Jove
Imperial rule of all the fea-girt iles,
That like to rich and various gems inlay



The unadorned bosom of the deep,
Which he to grace his tributary Gods
By course commits to several government, 25
And gives them leave to wear their fapphire crowns,
And wield their little tridents : but this Ile,
The greatest and the best of all the main,
He quarters to his blue-hair'd deities;
And all this tract that fronts the falling sun

A noble Peer of mickle trust and power
Has in his charge, with temper'd awe to guide
An old, and haughty nation proud in arms:
Where his fair offspring nurs'd in princely lore
Are coming to attend their father's state,

35 And new-intrufted scepter; but their way Lies through the perplex'd paths of this drear wood, The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger; And here their tender age might fuffer peril,

40 But that by quick command from sovran Jove I was dispatch'd for their defense and guard; And listen why, for I will tell you now What never yet was heard in tale or song, From old or modern bard, in hall or bower.

45 Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of mis-used wine, After the Tuscan mariners transform’d, Coasting the Tyrrhene shore, as the winds lifted, On Circe's iland fell : (Who knows not Circe 50 The daughter of the sun? whose charm'd

cup Whoever tafted, loft his upright shape,

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