Come, knit hands, and beat the ground THE MEASURE. 145 Break off, break off, I feel the different pace Benighted in these woods. Now to my charms, 150 155 Which must not be, for that's against my course: 160 And well-plac'd words of glozing courtesy, And hug him into snares. When once her eye 165 I shall appear some harmless villager, Whoin thrift keeps up about his country gear. And hearken, if I may, her business here. The Lady enters. Lady. This way the noise was, if mine ear be true, My best guide now: methought it was the sound 171 Of riot and ill-manag'd merriment, Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, When for their teeming flocks, and granges full, 175 Of such late Wassailers; yet O where else 180 My brothers, when they saw me wearied out Stept, as they said, to the next thicket side, 185 To bring me berries, or such cooling fruit As the kind hospitable woods provide. They left me then, when the gray-hooded Even, Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus' wain. 190 Had stole them from me: else, O thievish Night, 195 In thy dark lantern thus close up the stars, That nature hung in Heav'n, and fill'd their lamps With everlasting oil, to give due light 200 205 Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, I see ye visibly, and now believe 215 That he, the Supreme Good, t' whom all things ill Would send a glist'ring guardian, if need were, To keep my life and honour unassail'd. 220 I did not err, there does a sable cloud 225 Such noise as I can make to be heard farthest SONG. Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroider'd vale, Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well; Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O if thou have Hid them in some flow'ry cave, Tell me but where, Sweet queen of parly, daughter of the sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, 230 235 240 And give resounding grace to all Heav'n's harmonies. Enter Comus. Comus. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? 245 Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night, 250 Culling their potent herbs, and baleful drugs, 255 260 264 And she shall be my queen.-Hail, foreign wonder! Dwell'st here with Pan, or Sylvan; by blest song To touch the prosp'rous growth of this tall wood. 270 Not any boast of skill, but extreme shift 275 Com. What chance, good lady, hath bereft you thus? Lad. Dim darkness, and this leafy labyrinth. Lad. They left me weary on a grassy turf. 280 turn. 284 Com. Perhaps forestalling night prevented them. Com. Were they of manly prime, or youthful bloom? Lad. As smooth as Hebe's their unrazor'd lips. 290 Com. Two such I saw, what time the labour'd ox In his loose traces from the furrow came, And the swink'd hedger at his supper sat; I saw them under a green mantling vine, That crawls along the side of yon small hill, Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots; Their port was more than human, as they stood: I took it for a fairy vision Of some gay creatures of the element, "That in the colours of the rainbow live, 295 And play i' th' plighted clouds. I was awe-struck, Lad. Gentle villager, 300 What readiest way would bring me to that place? 305 Would overtask the best land pilot's art, Without the sure guess of well-practis'd feet. 310 Com. I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, But loyal cottage, where you may be safe Lad. Shepherd, I take thy word, And trust thy honest offer'd courtesy, Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds With smoky rafters, that in tap'stry halls 315 320 And courts of princes, where it first was nam'd, 325 And yet is most pretended: in a place 313. "Bosky bourn"....woody stream. Vol. II. |