Comus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle BeforeA
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The Earl Of Bridgewater Then President Of WalesB
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The PersonsC
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The ATTENDANT SPIRIT afterwards in the habit of THYRSISC
COMUS with his CrewD
The LADYE
FIRST BROTHERF
SECOND BROTHERF
SABRINA the NymphG
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The Chief Persons which presented wereF
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The Lord BrackleyH
Mr Thomas Egerton his BrotherF
The Lady Alice EgertonI
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The first Scene discovers a wild woodJ
The ATTENDANT SPIRIT descends or entersC
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Before the starry threshold of Jove's courtK
My mansion is where those immortal shapesC
Of bright aerial spirits live inspheredK
In regions mild of calm and serene airL
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spotK
Which men call Earth and with low thoughted careL
Confined and pestered in this pinfold hereM
Strive to keep up a frail and feverish beingN
Unmindful of the crown that Virtue givesC
After this mortal change to her true servantsC
Amongst the enthroned gods on sainted seatsC
Yet some there be that by due steps aspireO
To lay their just hands on that golden keyE
That opes the palace of eternityE
To Such my errand is and but for suchP
I would not soil these pure ambrosial weedsC
With the rank vapours of this sin worn mouldK
But to my task Neptune besides the swayQ
Of every salt flood and each ebbing streamR
Took in by lot 'twixt high and nether JoveG
Imperial rule of all the sea girt islesC
That like to rich and various gems inlayQ
The unadorned bosom of the deepS
Which he to grace his tributary godsC
By course commits to several governmentK
And gives them leave to wear their sapphire crownsC
And wield their little tridents But this IsleH
The greatest and the best of all the mainT
He quarters to his blue haired deitiesC
And all this tract that fronts the falling sunI
A noble Peer of mickle trust and powerF
Has in his charge with tempered awe to guideK
An old and haughty nation proud in armsC
Where his fair offspring nursed in princely loreA
Are coming to attend their father's stateK
And new intrusted sceptre But their wayQ
Lies through the perplexed paths of this drear woodK
The nodding horror of whose shady browsC
Threats the forlorn and wandering passengerF
And here their tender age might suffer perilH
But that by quick command from sovran JoveG
I was despatched for their defence and guardK
And listen why for I will tell you nowU
What never yet was heard in tale or songV
From old or modern bard in hall or bowerF
Bacchus that first from out the purple grapeW
Crushed the sweet poison of misused wineX
After the Tuscan mariners transformedK
Coasting the Tyrrhene shore as the winds listedK
On Circe's island fell Who knows not CirceC
The daughter of the Sun whose charmed cupY
Whoever tasted lost his upright shapeW
And downward fell into a grovelling swineX
This Nymph that gazed upon his clustering locksC
With ivy berries wreathed and his blithe youthZ
Had by him ere he parted thence a sonI
Much like his father but his mother moreA
Whom therefore she brought up and Comus namedK
Who ripe and frolic of his full grown ageA2
Roving the Celtic and Iberian fieldsC
At last betakes him to this ominous woodK
And in thick shelter of black shades imboweredK
Excels his mother at her mighty artK
Offering to every weary travellerF
His orient liquor in a crystal glassC
To quench the drouth of Phoebus which as they tasteK
For most do taste through fond intemperate thirstK
Soon as the potion works their human count'nanceC
The express resemblance of the gods is changedK
Into some brutish form of wolf or bearL
Or ounce or tiger hog or bearded goatK
All other parts remaining as they wereF
And they so perfect is their miseryE
Not once perceive their foul disfigurementK
But boast themselves more comely than beforeA
And all their friends and native home forgetK
To roll with pleasure in a sensual styK
Therefore when any favoured of high JoveG
Chances to pass through this adventurous gladeK
Swift as the sparkle of a glancing starB2
I shoot from heaven to give him safe convoyG
As now I do But first I must put offG
These my sky robes spun out of Iris' woofG
And take the weeds and likeness of a swainT
That to the service of this house belongsC
Who with his soft pipe and smooth dittied songV
Well knows to still the wild winds when they roarA
And hush the waving woods nor of less faithC2
And in this office of his mountain watchD2
Likeliest and nearest to the present aidK
Of this occasion But I hear the treadK
Of hateful steps I must be viewless nowU
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COMUS enters with a charming rod in one hand his glass in theE2
other with him a rout of monsters headed like sundry sorts ofG
wildK
beasts but otherwise like men and women their apparelH
glisteringV
They come in making a riotous and unruly noise with torches inF2
their handsC
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COMUS The star that bids the shepherd foldK
Now the top of heaven doth holdK
And the gilded car of dayK
His glowing axle doth allayK
In the steep Atlantic streamR
And the slope sun his upward beamR
Shoots against the dusky poleH
Pacing toward the other goalH
Of his chamber in the eastK
Meanwhile welcome joy and feastK
Midnight shout and revelryE
Tipsy dance and jollityK
Braid your locks with rosy twineX
Dropping odours dropping wineX
Rigour now is gone to bedK
And Advice with scrupulous headK
Strict Age and sour SeverityK
With their grave saws in slumber lieK
We that are of purer fireF
Imitate the starry quireO
Who in their nightly watchful spheresC
Lead in swift round the months and yearsC
The sounds and seas with all their finny droveG
Now to the moon in wavering morrice moveG
And on the tawny sands and shelvesC
Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elvesC
By dimpled brook and fountain brimG2
The wood nymphs decked with daisies trimG2
Their merry wakes and pastimes keepS
What hath night to do with sleepS
Night hath better sweets to proveG
Venus now wakes and wakens LoveG
Come let us our rights beginF2
'T is only daylight that makes sinF2
Which these dun shades will ne'er reportK
Hail goddess of nocturnal sportK
Dark veiled Cotytto to whom the secret flameH2
Of midnight torches burns mysterious dameH2
That ne'er art called but when the dragon wombI2
Of Stygian darkness spets her thickest gloomI2
And makes one blot of all the airL
Stay thy cloudy ebon chairL
Wherein thou ridest with Hecat' and befriendK
Us thy vowed priests till utmost endK
Of all thy dues be done and none left outK
Ere the blabbing eastern scoutK
The nice Morn on the Indian steepS
From her cabined loop hole peepS
And to the tell tale Sun descryL
Our concealed solemnityK
Come knit hands and beat the groundK
In a light fantastic roundK
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The MeasureL
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Break off break off I feel the different paceC
Of some chaste footing near about this groundK
Run to your shrouds within these brakes and treesC
Our number may affright Some virgin sureL
For so I can distinguish by mine artK
Benighted in these woods Now to my charmsC
And to my wily trains I shall ere longV
Be well stocked with as fair a herd as grazedK
About my mother Circe Thus I hurlH
My dazzling spells into the spongy airL
Of power to cheat the eye with blear illusionI
And give it false presentments lest the placeC
And my quaint habits breed astonishmentK
And put the damsel to suspicious flightK
Which must not be for that's against my courseC
I under fair pretence of friendly endsC
And well placed words of glozing courtesyK
Baited with reasons not unplausibleH
Wind me into the easy hearted manJ2
And hug him into snares When once her eyeK
Hath met the virtue of this magic dustK
I shall appear some harmless villagerL
Whom thrift keeps up about his country gearL
But here she comes I fairly step asideK
And hearken if I may her business hearL
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The LADY entersC
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LADY This way the noise was if mine ear be trueL
My best guide now Methought it was the soundK
Of riot and ill managed merrimentK
Such as the jocund flute or gamesome pipeK2
Stirs up among the loose unlettered hindsC
When for their teeming flocks and granges fullH
In wanton dance they praise the bounteous PanJ2
And thank the gods amiss I should be lothL2
To meet the rudeness and swilled insolenceC
Of such late wassailers yet oh where elseC
Shall I inform my unacquainted feetK
In the blind mazes of this tangled woodK
My brothers when they saw me wearied outK
With this long way resolving here to lodgeM2
Under the spreading favour of these pinesC
Stepped as they said to the next thicket sideK
To bring me berries or such cooling fruitK
As the kind hospitable woods provideK
They left me then when the grey hooded EvenF2
Like a sad votarist in palmer's weedK
Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus' wainT
But where they are and why they came not backV
Is now the labour of my thoughts TTis likeliestK
They had engaged their wandering steps too farL
And envious darkness ere they could returnN2
Had stole them from me Else O thievish NightK
Why shouldst thou but for some felonious endK
In thy dark lantern thus close up the starsC
That Nature hung in heaven and filled their lampsC
With everlasting oil to give due lightK
To the misled and lonely travellerL
This is the place as well as I may guessC
Whence even now the tumult of loud mirthO2
Was rife and perfect in my listening earL
Yet nought but single darkness do I findK
What might this be A thousand fantasiesC
Begin to throng into my memoryK
Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows direL
And airy tongues that syllable men's namesC
On sands and shores and desert wildernessesC
These thoughts may startle well but not astoundK
The virtuous mind that ever walks attendedK
By a strong siding champion ConscienceC
O welcome pure eyed Faith white handed HopeP2
Thou hovering angel girt with golden wingsC
And thou unblemished form of ChastityK
I see ye visibly and now believeG
That He the Supreme Good to whom all things illH
Are but as slavish officers of vengeanceC
Would send a glistering guardian if need wereL
To keep my life and honour unassailedK
Was I deceived or did a sable cloudK
Turn forth her silver lining on the nightK
I did not err there does a sable cloudK
Turn forth her silver lining on the nightK
And casts a gleam over this tufted groveG
I cannot hallo to my brothers butK
Such noise as I can make to be heard farthestK
I'll venture for my new enlivened spiritsC
Prompt me and they perhaps are not far offG
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SongV
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Sweet Echo sweetest nymph that liv'st unseenQ2
Within thy airy shellH
By slow Meander's margent greenQ2
And in the violet embroidered valeH
Where the love lorn nightingaleH
Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth wellH
Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pairL
That likest thy Narcissus areL
O if thou haveG
Hid them in some flowery caveG
Tell me but whereL
Sweet Queen of Parley Daughter of the SphereL
So may'st thou be translated to the skiesC
And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmoniesC
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COMUS Can any mortal mixture of earthUs mouldK
Breathe such divine enchanting ravishmentK
Sure something holy lodges in that breastK
And with these raptures moves the vocal airL
To testify his hidden residenceC
How sweetly did they float upon the wingsC
Of silence through the empty vaulted nightK
At every fall smoothing the raven downR2
Of darkness till it smiled I have oft heardK
My mother Circe with the Sirens threeK
Amidst the flowery kirtled NaiadesC
Culling their potent herbs and baleful drugsC
Who as they sung would take the prisoned soulH
And lap it in Elysium Scylla weptK
And chid her barking waves into attentionI
And fell Charybdis murmured soft applauseC
Yet they in pleasing slumber lulled the senseC
And in sweet madness robbed it of itselfG
But such a sacred and home felt delightK
Such sober certainty of waking blissC
I never heard till now I'll speak to herL
And she shall be my queen QHail foreign wonderL
Whom certain these rough shades did never breedK
Unless the goddess that in rural shrineX
Dwell'st here with Pan or Sylvan by blest songV
Forbidding every bleak unkindly fogV
To touch the prosperous growth of this tall woodK
LADY Nay gentle shepherd ill is lost that praiseC
That is addressed to unattending earsC
Not any boast of skill but extreme shiftK
How to regain my severed companyK
Compelled me to awake the courteous EchoS2
To give me answer from her mossy couchT2
COMUS What chance good lady hath bereft you thusC
LADY Dim darkness and this leafy labyrinthU2
COMUS Could that divide you from near ushering guidesC
LADY They left me weary on a grassy turfG
COMUS By falsehood or discourtesy or whyK
LADY To seek i' the valley some cool friendly springV
COMUS And left your fair side all unguarded LadyK
LADY They were but twain and purposed quick returnN2
COMUS Perhaps forestalling night prevented themV2
LADY How easy my misfortune is to hitK
COMUS Imports their loss beside the present needK
LADY No less than if I should my brothers loseC
COMUS Were they of manly prime or youthful bloomI2
LADY As smooth as Hebe's their unrazored lipsC
COMUS Two such I saw what time the laboured oxC
In his loose traces from the furrow cameH2
And the swinked hedger at his supper satK
I saw them under a green mantling vineX
That crawls along the side of yon small hillH
Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shootsC
Their port was more than human as they stoodK
I took it for a faery visionI
Of some gay creatures of the elementK
That in the colours of the rainbow liveG
And play i' the plighted clouds I was awe strookV
And as I passed I worshiped If those you seekV
It were a journey like the path to HeavenI
To help you find themV2
LADY Gentle villagerL
What readiest way would bring me to that placeC
COMUS Due west it rises from this shrubby pointK
LADY To find out that good shepherd I supposeC
In such a scant allowance of star lightK
Would overtask the best land pilot's artK
Without the sure guess of well practised feetK
COMUS I know each lane and every alley greenQ2
Dingle or bushy dell of this wild woodK
And every bosky bourn from side to sideK
My daily walks and ancient neighbourhoodK
And if your stray attendance be yet lodgedK
Or shroud within these limits I shall knowS2
Ere morrow wake or the low roosted larkV
From her thatched pallet rouse If otherwiseC
I can conduct you Lady to a lowS2
But loyal cottage where you may be safeG
Till further questK
LADY Shepherd I take thy wordK
And trust thy honest offered courtesyK
Which oft is sooner found in lowly shedsC
With smoky rafters than in tapestry hallsC
And courts of princes where it first was namedK
And yet is most pretended In a placeC
Less warranted than this or less secureL
I cannot be that I should fear to change itK
Eye me blest Providence and square my trialH
To my proportioned strength Shepherd lead onW2
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The TWO BROTHERSC
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ELD BRO Unmuffle ye faint stars and thou fair moonX2
That wont'st to love the traveller's benisonX2
Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloudK
And disinherit Chaos that reigns hereL
In double night of darkness and of shadesC
Or if your influence be quite dammed upY
With black usurping mists some gentle taperL
Though a rush candle from the wicker holeH
Of some clay habitation visit usC
With thy long levelled rule of streaming lightK
And thou shalt be our star of ArcadyK
Or Tyrian CynosureL
SEC BRO Or if our eyesC
Be barred that happiness might we but hearL
The folded flocks penned in their wattled cotesC
Or sound of pastoral reed with oaten stopsC
Or whistle from the lodge or village cockV
Count the night watches to his feathery damesC
'T would be some solace yet some little cheeringV
In this close dungeon of innumerous boughsC
But oh that hapless virgin our lost sisterL
Where may she wander now whither betake herL
From the chill dew amongst rude burs and thistlesC
Perhaps some cold bank is her bolster nowX2
Or 'gainst the rugged bark of some broad elmY2
Leans her unpillowed head fraught with sad fearsC
What if in wild amazement and affrightK
Or while we speak within the direful graspZ2
Of savage hunger or of savage heatK
ELD BRO Peace brother be not over exquisiteK
To cast the fashion of uncertain evilsC
For grant they be so while they rest unknownX2
What need a man forestall his date of griefG
And run to meet what he would most avoidK
Or if they be but false alarms of fearL
How bitter is such self delusionX2
I do not think my sister so to seekV
Or so unprincipled in virtue's bookV
And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms everL
As that the single want of light and noiseC
Not being in danger as I trust she is notK
Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughtsC
And put them into misbecoming plightK
Virtue could see to do what Virtue wouldK
By her own radiant light though sun and moonX2
Were in the flat sea sunk And Wisdom's selfG
Oft seeks to sweet retired solitudeK
Where with her best nurse ContemplationX2
She plumes her feathers and lets grow her wingsC
That in the various bustle of resortK
Were all to ruffled and sometimes impairedK
He that has light within his own clear breastK
May sit i' the centre and enjoy bright dayK
But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughtsC
Benighted walks under the mid day sunX2
Himself is his own dungeonX2
SEC BRO 'Tis most trueL
That musing meditation most affectsC
The pensive secrecy of desert cellH
Far from the cheerful haunt of men and herdsC
And sits as safe as in a senate houseC
For who would rob a hermit of his weedsC
His few books or his beads or maple dishA3
Or do his grey hairs any violenceC
But Beauty like the fair Hesperian treeL
Laden with blooming gold had need the guardK
Of dragon watch with unenchanted eyeK
To save her blossoms and defend her fruitK
From the rash hand of bold IncontinenceC
You may as well spread out the unsunned heapsC
Of miser's treasure by an outlaw's denX2
And tell me it is safe as bid me hopeP2
Danger will wink on OpportunityL
And let a single helpless maiden passC
Uninjured in this wild surrounding wasteK
Of night or loneliness it recks me notK
I fear the dread events that dog them bothB3
Lest some ill greeting touch attempt the personX2
Of our unowned sisterL
ELD BRO I do not brotherL
Infer as if I thought my sister's stateK
Secure without all doubt or controversyL
Yet where an equal poise of hope and fearL
Does arbitrate the event my nature isC
That I incline to hope rather than fearL
And gladly banish squint suspicionX2
My sister is not so defenceless leftK
As you imagine she has a hidden strengthC3
Which you remember notK
SEC BRO What hidden strengthC3
Unless the strength of Heaven if you mean thatK
ELD BRO I mean that too but yet a hidden strengthC3
Which if Heaven gave it may be termed her ownX2
'Tis chastity my brother chastityL
She that has that is clad in complete steelH
And like a quivered nymph with arrows keenX2
May trace huge forests and unharboured heathsC
Infamous hills and sandy perilous wildsC
Where through the sacred rays of chastityL
No savage fierce bandite or mountaineerL
Will dare to soil her virgin purityL
Yea there where very desolation dwellsC
By grots and caverns shagged with horrid shadesC
She may pass on with unblenched majestyL
Be it not done in pride or in presumptionX2
Some say no evil thing that walks by nightK
In fog or fire by lake or moorish fenX2
Blue meagre hag or stubborn unlaid ghostK
That breaks his magic chains at curfew timeD3
No goblin or swart faery of the mineX2
Hath hurtful power o'er true virginityL
Do ye believe me yet or shall I callH
Antiquity from the old schools of GreeceC
To testify the arms of chastityL
Hence had the huntress Dian her dread bowX2
Fair silver shafted queen for ever chasteK
Wherewith she tamed the brinded lionessC
And spotted mountain pard but set at noughtK
The frivolous bolt of Cupid gods and menX2
Feared her stern frown and she was queen o' the woodsC
What was that snaky headed Gorgon shieldK
That wise Minerva wore unconquered virginX2
Wherewith she freezed her foes to congealed stoneX2
But rigid looks of chaste austerityK
And noble grace that dashed brute violenceC
With sudden adoration and blank aweE3
So dear to Heaven is saintly chastityK
That when a soul is found sincerely soC
A thousand liveried angels lackey herL
Driving far off each thing of sin and guiltK
And in clear dream and solemn visionX2
Tell her of things that no gross ear can hearL
Till oft converse with heavenly habitantsC
Begin to cast a beam on the outward shapeW
The unpolluted temple of the mindK
And turns it by degrees to the soul's essenceC
Till all be made immortal But when lustK
By unchaste looks loose gestures and foul talkV
But most by lewd and lavish act of sinX2
Lets ill defilement to the inward partsC
The soul grows clotted by contagionX2
Imbodies and imbrutes till she quite looseC
The divine property of her first beingV
Such are those thick and gloomy shadows dampF3
Oft seen in charnel vaults and sepulchresC
Lingering and sitting by a new made graveG
As loth to leave the body that it lovedK
And linked itself by carnal sensualtyK
To a degenerate and degraded stateK
SEC BRO How charming is divine PhilosophyK
Not harsh and crabbed as dull fools supposeC
But musical as is Apollo's luteK
And a perpetual feast of nectared sweetsC
Where no crude surfeit reignsC
Eld Bro ListK
list I hearL
Some far off hallo break the silent airL
SEC BRO Methought so too what should it beK
ELD BRO ForL
certainX2
Either some one like us night foundered hereL
Or else some neighbour woodman or at worstK
Some roving robber calling to his fellowsC
SEC BRO Heaven keep my sister Again again and nearL
Best draw and stand upon our guardK
ELD BRO I'll halloH
If he be friendly he comes well if notK
Defence is a good cause and Heaven be for usC
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The ATTENDANT SPIRIT habited like a shepherdK
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That hallo I should know What are you speakV
Come not too near you fall on iron stakes elseC
SPIR What voice is that my young Lord speak againX2
SEC BRO O brother Tt is my father's Shepherd sureL
ELD BRO Thyrsis whose artful strains have of delayedK
The huddling brook to hear his madrigalH
And sweetened every musk rose of the daleH
How camest thou here good swain Hath any ramG3
Slipped from the fold or young kid lost his damG3
Or straggling wether the pent flock forsookV
How couldst thou find this dark sequestered nookV
SPIR O my loved master's heir and his next joyG
I came not here on such a trivial toyG
As a strayed ewe or to pursue the stealthH3
Of pilfering wolf not all the fleecy wealthH3
That doth enrich these downs is worth a thoughtK
To this my errand and the care it broughtK
But oh my virgin Lady where is sheK
How chance she is not in your companyK
ELD BRO To tell thee sadly Shepherd without blameH2
Or our neglect we lost her as we cameH2
SPIR Ay me unhappy then my fears are trueL
ELD BRO What fears good Thyrsis Prithee brieflyK
shewL
SPIR I'll tell ye 'T is not vain or fabulousC
Though so esteemed by shallow igrloranceC
What the sage poets taught by the heavenly MuseC
Storied of old in high immortal verseC
Of dire Chimeras and enchanted islesC
And rifted rocks whose entrance leads to HellH
For such there be but unbelief is blindK
Within the navel of this hideous woodK
Immured in cypress shades a sorcerer dwellsC
Of Bacchus and of Circe born great ComusC
Deep skilled in all his mother's witcheriesC
And here to every thirsty wandererL
By sly enticement gives his baneful cupY
With many murmurs mixed whose pleasing poisonX2
The visage quite transforms of him that drinksC
And the inglorious likeness of a beastK
Fixes instead unmoulding reason's mintageI3
Charactered in the face This have I learntK
Tending my flocks hard by i' the hilly croftsC
That brow this bottom glade whence night by nightK
He and his monstrous rout are heard to howlH
Like stabled wolves or tigers at their preyK
Doing abhorred rites to HecateK
In their obscured haunts of inmost bowersC
Yet have they many baits and guileful spellsC
To inveigle and invite the unwary senseC
Of them that pass unweeting by the wayK
This evening late by then the chewing flocksC
Had ta'en their supper on the savoury herbJ3
Of knot grass dew besprent and were in foldK
I sat me down to watch upon a bankV
With ivy canopied and interwoveK
With flaunting honeysuckle and beganX2
Wrapt in a pleasing fit of melancholyK
To meditate my rural minstrelsyC
Till fancy had her fill But ere a closeC
The wonted roar was up amidst the woodsC
And filled the air with barbarous dissonanceC
At which I ceased and listened them awhileH
Till an unusual stop of sudden silenceC
Gave respite to the drowsy flighted steedsC
That draw the litter of close curtained SleepS
At last a soft and solemn breathing soundK
Rose like a steam of rich distilled perfumesC
And stole upon the air that even SilenceC
Was took ere she was ware and wished she mightK
Deny her nature and be never moreL
Still to be so displaced I was all earL
And took in strains that might create a soulH
Under the ribs of Death But oh ere longV
Too well I did perceive it was the voiceC
Of my most honoured Lady your dear sisterL
Amazed I stood harrowed with grief and fearL
And RO poor hapless nightingale thought IK
How sweet thou sing'st how near the deadly snareL
Then down the lawns I ran with headlong hasteK
Through paths and turnings often trod by dayK
Till guided by mine ear I found the placeC
Where that damned wizard hid in sly disguiseC
For so by certain signs I knew had metK
Already ere my best speed could preventK
The aidless innocent lady his wished preyK
Who gently asked if he had seen such twoL
Supposing him some neighbour villagerL
Longer I durst not stay but soon I guessedK
Ye were the two she meant with that I sprungV
Into swift flight till I had found you hereL
But further know I notK
SEC BRO O night and shadesC
How are ye joined with hell in triple knotK
Against the unarmed weakness of one virginX2
Alone and helpless Is this the confidenceC
You gave me brotherL
ELD BRO Yes and keep it stillH
Lean on it safely not a periodK
Shall be unsaid for me Against the threatsC
Of malice or of sorcery or that powerL
Which erring men call Chance this I hold firmK3
Virtue may be assailed but never hurtK
Surprised by unjust force but not enthralledK
Yea even that which Mischief meant most harmL3
Shall in the happy trial prove most gloryK
But evil on itself shall back recoilH
And mix no more with goodness when at lastK
Gathered like scum and settled to itselfK
It shall be in eternal restless changeM3
Self fed and self consumed If this failH
The pillared firmament is rottennessC
And earth's base built on stubble But come let's onX2
Against the opposing will and arm of heavenX2
May never this just sword be lifted upY
But for that damned magician let him be girtK
With all the griesly legions that troopN3
Under the sooty flag of AcheronX2
Harpies and Hydras or all the monstrous formsC
'Twixt Africa and Ind I'll find him outK
And force him to return his purchase backV
Or drag him by the curls to a foul deathO3
Cursed as his lifeK
SPIR Alas good venturous youthZ
I love thy courage yet and bold empriseC
But here thy sword can do thee little steadK
Far other arms and other weapons mustK
Be those that quell the might of hellish charmsC
He with his bare wand can unthread thy jointsC
And crumble all thy sinewsC
ELD BRO Why pritheeZ
ShepherdK
How durst thou then thyself approach so nearL
As to make this relationX2
SPIR Care and utmostK
shiftsC
How to secure the Lady from surprisalH
Brought to my mind a certain shepherd ladK
Of small regard to see to yet well skilledK
In every virtuous plant and healing herbJ3
That spreads her verdant leaf to the morning rayK
He loved me well and oft would beg me singV
Which when I did he on the tender grassC
Would sit and hearken even to ecstasyC
And in requital ope his leathern scripP3
And show me simples of a thousand namesC
Telling their strange and vigorous facultiesC
Amongst the rest a small unsightly rootK
But of divine effect he culled me outK
The leaf was darkish and had prickles on itK
But in another country as he saidK
Bore a bright golden flower but not in this soilH
Unknown and like esteemed and the dull swainX2
Treads on it daily with his clouted shoonX2
And yet more med'cinal is it than that MolyC
That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gaveK
He called it Haemony and gave it meC
And bade me keep it as of sovran useC
'Gainst all enchantments mildew blast or dampF3
Or ghastly Furies' apparitionX2
I pursed it up but little reckoning madeK
Till now that this extremity compelledK
But now I find it true for by this meansC
I knew the foul enchanter though disguisedK
Entered the very lime twigs of his spellsC
And yet came off If you have this about youL
As I will give you when we go you mayK
Boldly assault the necromancer's hallH
Where if he be with dauntless hardihoodK
And brandished blade rush on him break his glassC
And shed the luscious liquor on the groundK
But seize his wand Though he and his curst crewL
Fierce sign of battle make and menace highK
Or like the sons of Vulcan vomit smokeV
Yet will they soon retire if he but shrinkV
ELD BRO Thyrsis lead on apace I'll follow theeC
And some good angel bear a shield before usC
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The Scene changes to a stately palace set out with all manner ofK
deliciousness soft music tables spread with all dainties ComusC
appears with his rabble and the LADY set in an enchanted chairL
toL
whom he offers his glass which she puts by and goes about toL
riseC
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COMUS Nay Lady sit If I but wave this wandK
Your nerves are all chained up in alabasterL
And you a statue or as Daphne wasC
Root bound that fled ApolloH
LADY Fool do not boastK
Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mindK
With all thy charms although this corporal rindK
Thou hast immanacled while Heaven sees goodK
COMUS Why are you vexed Lady why do you frownX2
Here dwell no frowns nor anger from these gatesC
Sorrow flies far See here be all the pleasuresC
That fancy can beget on youthful thoughtsC
When the fresh blood grows lively and returnsC
Brisk as the April buds in primrose seasonX2
And first behold this cordial julep hereL
That flames and dances in his crystal boundsC
With spirits of balm and fragrant syrups mixedK
Not that Nepenthes which the wife of ThoneX2
In Egypt gave to Jove born HelenaX2
Is of such power to stir up joy as thisC
To life so friendly or so cool to thirstK
Why should you be so cruel to yourselfK
And to those dainty limbs which Nature lentK
For gentle usage and soft delicacyC
But you invert the covenants of her trustK
And harshly deal like an ill borrowerL
With that which you received on other termsC
Scorning the unexempt conditionX2
By which all mortal frailty must subsistK
Refreshment after toil ease after painX2
That have been tired all day without repastK
And timely rest have wanted But fair virginX2
This will restore all soonX2
LADY 'T will not falseC
traitorL
'T will not restore the truth and honestyK
That thou hast banished from thy tongue with liesC
Was this the cottage and the safe abodeK
Thou told'st me of What grim aspects are theseC
These oughly headed monsters Mercy guard meK
Hence with thy brewed enchantments foul deceiverL
Hast thou betrayed my credulous innocenceC
With vizored falsehood and base forgeryL
And would'st thou seek again to trap me hereL
With liquorish baits fit to ensnare a bruteK
Were it a draught for Juno when she banquetsC
I would not taste thy treasonous offer NoneX2
But such as are good men can give good thingsC
And that which is not good is not deliciousC
To a well governed and wise appetiteK
COMUS foolishness of men that lend their earsC
To those budge doctors of the Stoic furL
And fetch their precepts from the Cynic tubQ3
Praising the lean and sallow AbstinenceC
Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forthZ
With such a full and unwithdrawing handK
Covering the earth with odours fruits and flocksC
Thronging the seas with spawn innumerableH
But all to please and sate the curious tasteK
And set to work millions of spinning wormsC
That in their green shops weave the smooth haired silkV
To deck her sons and that no corner mightK
Be vacant of her plenty in her own loinsC
She hutched the all worshipped ore and precious gemsC
To store her children with If all the worldK
Should in a pet of temperance feed on pulseC
Drink the clear stream and nothing wear but friezeC
The All giver would be unthanked would be unpraisedK
Not half his riches known and yet despisedK
And we should serve him as a grudging masterL
As a penurious niggard of his wealthZ
And live like Nature's bastards not her sonsC
Who would be quite surcharged with her own weightK
And strangled with her waste fertilityK
The earth cumbered and the winged air darked with plumesC
The herds would over multitude their lordsC
The sea o'erfraught would swell and the unsought diamondsC
Would so emblaze the forehead of the deepS
And so bestud with stars that they belowH
Would grow inured to light and come at lastK
To gaze upon the sun with shameless browsC
List Lady be not coy and be not cozenedK
With that same vaunted name VirginityK
Beauty is Nature's coin must not be hoardedK
But must be current and the good thereofK
Consists in mutual and partaken blissC
Unsavoury in the enjoyment of itselfK
If you let slip time like a neglected roseC
It withers on the stalk with languished headK
Beauty is Nature's brag and must be shownX2
In courts at feasts and high solemnitiesC
Where most may wonder at the workmanshipP3
It is for homely features to keep homeR3
They had their name thence coarse complexionsC
And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to plyK
The sampler and to tease the huswife's woolH
What need a vermeil tinctured lip for thatK
Love darting eyes or tresses like the mornX2
There was another meaning in these giftsC
Think what and be advised you are but young yetK
LADY I had not thought to have unlocked my lipsC
In this unhallowed air but that this jugglerL
Would think to charm my judgment as mine eyesC
Obtruding false rules pranked in reason's garbS3
I hate when vice can bolt her argumentsC
And virtue has no tongue to check her prideK
Impostor do not charge most innocent NatureL
As if she would her children should be riotousC
With her abundance She good cateressC
Means her provision only to the goodK
That live according to her sober lawsC
And holy dictate of spare TemperanceC
If every just man that now pines with wantK
Had but a moderate and beseeming shareL
Of that which lewdly pampered LuxuryK
Now heaps upon some few with vast excessC
Nature's full blessings would be well dispensedK
In unsuperfluous even proportionX2
And she no whit encumbered with her storeL
And then the Giver would be better thankedK
His praise due paid for swinish gluttonyK
Ne'er looks to Heaven amidst his gorgeous feastK
But with besotted base ingratitudeK
Crams and blasphemes his Feeder Shall I go onX2
Or have I said enow To him that daresC
Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous wordsC
Against the sun clad power of chastityK
Fain would I something say yet to what endK
Thou hast nor ear nor soul to apprehendK
The sublime notion and high mysteryK
That must be uttered to unfold the sageA2
And serious doctrine of VirginityK
And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not knowH
More happiness than this thy present lotK
Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoricV
That hath so well been taught her dazzling fenceC
Thou art not fit to hear thyself convincedK
Yet should I try the uncontrolled worthZ
Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spiritsC
To such a flame of sacred vehemenceC
That dumb things would be moved to sympathiseC
And the brute Earth would lend her nerves and shakeV
Till all thy magic structures reared so highK
Were shattered into heaps o'er thy false headK
COMUS She fables not I feel that I do fearL
Her words set off by some superior powerL
And though not mortal yet a cold shuddering dewK
Dips me all o'er as when the wrath of JoveK
Speaks thunder and the chains of ErebusC
To some of Saturn's crew I must dissembleH
And try her yet more strongly Come no moreL
This is mere moral babble and directK
Against the canon laws of our foundationX2
I must not suffer this yet 't is but the leesC
And settlings of a melancholy bloodK
But this will cure all straight one sip of thisC
Will bathe the drooping spirits in delightK
Beyond the bliss of dreams Be wise and tasteK
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The BROTHERS rush in with swords drawn wrest his glass out ofK
hisC
hand and break it against the ground his rout make sign ofK
resistance but are all driven in The ATTENDANT SPIRIT comes inX2
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SPIR What have you let the false enchanter scapeW
O ye mistook ye should have snatched his wandK
And bound him fast Without his rod reversedK
And backward mutters of dissevering powerL
We cannot free the Lady that sits hereL
In stony fetters fixed and motionlessC
Yet stay be not disturbed now I bethink meK
Some other means I have which may be usedK
Which once of Meliboeus old I learntK
The soothest shepherd that e'er piped on plainsC
There is a gentle Nymph not far from henceC
That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn streamR
Sabrina is her name a virgin pureL
Whilom she was the daughter of LocrineX2
That had the sceptre from his father BruteK
She guiltless damsel flying the mad pursuitK
Of her enraged stepdame GuendolenX2
Commended her fair innocence to the floodK
That stayed her flight with his cross flowing courseC
The water nymphs that in the bottom playedK
Held up their pearled wrists and took her inX2
Bearing her straight to aged Nereus' hallH
Who piteous of her woes reared her lank headK
And gave her to his daughters to imbatheZ
In nectared lavers strewed with asphodilH
And through the porch and inlet of each senseC
Dropt in ambrosial oils till she revivedK
And underwent a quick immortal changeM3
Made Goddess of the river Still she retainsC
Her maiden gentleness and oft at eveK
Visits the herds along the twilight meadowsC
Helping all urchin blasts and ill luck signsC
That the shrewd meddling elf delights to makeV
Which she with precious vialed liquors healsC
For which the shepherds at their festivalsC
Carol her goodness loud in rustic laysC
And throw sweet garland wreaths into her streamR
Of pansies pinks and gaudy daffodilsC
And as the old swain said she can unlockV
The clasping charm and thaw the numbing spellH
If she be right invoked in warbled songV
For maidenhood she loves and will be swiftK
To aid a virgin such as was herselfK
In hard besetting need This will I tryK
And add the power of some adjuring verseC
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SONGV
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Sabrina fairL
Listen where thou art sittingV
Under the glassy cool translucent waveK
In twisted braids of lilies knittingV
The loose train of thy amber dropping hairL
Listen for dear honour's sakeV
Goddess of the silver lakeV
Listen and saveK
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Listen and appear to usC
In name of great OceanusC
By the earth shaking Neptune's maceC
And Tethys' grave majestic paceC
By hoary Nereus' wrinkled lookV
And the Carpathian wizard's hookV
By scaly Triton's winding shellH
And old soothsaying Glaucus' spellH
By Leucothea's lovely handsC
And her son that rules the strandsC
By Thetis' tinsel slippered feetK
And the songs of Sirens sweetK
By dead Parthenope's dear tombI2
And fair Ligea's golden combR3
Wherewith she sits on diamond rocksC
Sleeking her soft alluring locksC
By all the Nymphs that nightly danceC
Upon thy streams with wily glanceC
Rise rise and heave thy rosy headK
From thy coral paven bedK
And bridle in thy headlong waveK
Till thou our summons answered haveK
Listen and saveK
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SABRINA rises attended by water nymphs and singsC
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By the rushy fringed bankV
Where grows the willow and the osier dankV
My sliding chariot staysC
Thick set with agate and the azurn sheenX2
Of turkis blue and emerald greenX2
That in the channel straysC
Whilst from off the waters fleetK
Thus I set my printless feetK
O'er the cowslip's velvet headK
That bends not as I treadK
Gentle swain at thy requestK
I am hereL
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SPIR Goddess dearL
We implore thy powerful handK
To undo the charmed bandK
Of true virgin here distressedK
Through the force and through the wileH
Of unblessed enchanter vileH
SABR Shepherd 't is my office bestK
To help ensnared chastityK
Brightest Lady look on meK
Thus I sprinkle on thy breastK
Drops that from my fountain pureL
I have kept of precious cureL
Thrice upon thy finger's tipP3
Thrice upon thy rubied lipP3
Next this marble venomed seatK
Smeared with gums of glutinous heatK
I touch with chaste palms moist and coldK
Now the spell hath lost his holdK
And I must haste ere morning hourL
To wait in Amphitrite's bowerL
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SABRINA descends and the LADY rises out of her seatK
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SPIR Virgin daughter of LocrineX2
Sprung of old Anchises' lineX2
May thy brimmed waves for thisC
Their full tribute never missC
From a thousand petty rillsC
That tumble down the snowy hillsC
Summer drouth or singed airL
Never scorch thy tresses fairL
Nor wet October's torrent floodK
Thy molten crystal fill with mudK
May thy billows roll ashoreL
The beryl and the golden oreL
May thy lofty head be crownedK
With many a tower and terrace roundK
And here and there thy banks UponX2
With groves of myrrh and cinnamonX2
Come Lady while Heaven lends us graceC
Let us fly this cursed placeC
Lest the sorcerer us enticeC
With some other new deviceC
Not a waste or needless soundK
Till we come to holier groundK
I shall be your faithful guideK
Through this gloomy covert wideK
And not many furlongs thenceC
Is your Father's residenceC
Where this night are met in stateK
Many a friend to gratulateK
His wished presence and besideK
All the swains that there abideK
With jigs and rural dance resortK
We shall catch them at their sportK
And our sudden coming thereL
Will double all their mirth and cheerL
Come let us haste the stars grow highK
But Night sits monarch yet in the mid skyK
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The Scene changes presenting Ludlow Town and the PresidentUsC
Castle then come in Country Dancers after them the ATTENDANTK
SPIRIT with the two BROTHERS and the LADYK
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SONGV
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SPIR Back shepherds back Enough your playH
Till next sun shine holidayH
Here be without duck or nodK
Other trippings to be trodK
Of lighter toes and such court guiseC
As Mercury did first deviseC
With the mincing DryadesC
On the lawns and on the leasC
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The second Song presents them to their Father and MotherL
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Noble Lord and Lady brightK
I have brought ye new delightK
Here behold so goodly grownX2
Three fair branches of your ownX2
Heaven hath timely tried their youthZ
Their faith their patience and their truthZ
And sent them here through hard assaysC
With a crown of deathless praiseC
To triumph in victorious danceC
O'er sensual folly and intemperanceC
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The dances ended the SPIRIT epiloguizesC
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SPIR To the ocean now I flyK
And those happy climes that lieK
Where day never shuts his eyeK
Up in the broad fields of the skyK
There I suck the liquid airL
All amidst the gardens fairL
Of Hesperus and his daughters threeK
That sing about the golden treeK
Along the crisped shades and bowersC
Revels the spruce and jocund SpringV
The Graces and the rosy bosomed HoursC
Thither all their bounties bringV
There eternal Summer dwellsC
And west winds with musky wingV
About the cedarn alleys flingV
Nard and cassia's balmy smellsC
Iris there with humid bowX2
Waters the odorous banks that blowH
Flowers of more mingled hueK
Than her purfled scarf can shewK
And drenches with Elysian dewK
List mortals if your ears be trueK
Beds of hyacinth and rosesC
Where young Adonis oft reposesC
Waxing well of his deep woundK
In slumber soft and on the groundK
Sadly sits the Assyrian queenX2
But far above in spangled sheenX2
Celestial Cupid her famed son advancedK
Holds his dear Psyche sweet entrancedK
After her wandering labours longV
Till free consent the gods amongV
Make her his eternal brideK
And from her fair unspotted sideK
Two blissful twins are to be bornX2
Youth and Joy so Jove hath swornX2
But now my task is smoothly doneX2
I can fly or I can runX2
Quickly to the green earth's endK
Where the bowed welkin slow doth bendK
And from thence can soar as soonX2
To the corners of the moonX2
Mortals that would follow meK
Love virtue she alone is freeK
She can teach ye how to climbD3
Higher than the sphery chimeD3
Or if Virtue feeble wereL
Heaven itself would stoop to herL

John Milton



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