. But for that damn'd magician, let him be girt Harpies and Hydras, or all the monstrous forms Spirit. Alas! good vent'rous youth, I love thy courage yet, and bold emprise ; E. Broth. Why prithee, fhepherd, How durft thou then thyfelf approach fo near, Spirit. A fhepherd lad, • Of fmall regard to fee to, yet well skill'd • In every virtuous plant and healing herb, • That spreads her verdant leaf to the morning ray, Has thewn me fimples of a thousand names, Telling their strange and vigorous faculties. But of divine effect, he cull'd me out; And bad me keep it as of fov'reign ufe • 'Gainst all enchantment, mildew, blast, or damp, Or ghaftly fury's apparition. I purs'd it up. If you have this about you (As I will give you when you go) you may • Where if he be, with dauntless hardyhood END of the SECOND ACT. ACT ACT III. SCENE opens, and difcovers' a magnificent hall in Comus's palace, fet off with all the gay decorations proper for an ancient banquetting-room. Comus and attendants ftand on each fide of the lady, who is feated in, an inchanted chair; and by her looks and geftures expreffes great figns of uncafinefs and melancholy. COMUS Speaks. ENCE, loathed melancholy, Hof Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn. ''Mongit horrid fhapes, and fhrieks, and fights unholy, Find out fome uncouth cell, • Where brooding darkness fpreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven fings; • There, under ebon-shades, and low-brow'd rocks, In dark Cimmerian defert ever dwell. In heaven yclep'd Euphrofyne, And by men, heart-eafing Mirth, With two fifter graces more, Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jeft and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty. [Whilft thefe lines are repeating, enter a nymph reprefenting Euphrofyne, or Mirth; who advances to the lady, and fings the following fong. SONG SON G. Come, come, bid adieu to fear, Sighs to amorous fighs returning, Lady. How long muft I, by magic fetters chain'd To this detefted feat, hear odious ftrains Of fhameless folly, which my foul abhors? Comus. Ye fedge-crown'd Naiades, by twilight feen Along Mæander's mazy border green, At Comus' call appear in all your azure sheen. [He waves his wand, the Naiades enter, and range Now foftly flow let Lydian meafures move, • Now funk with cafe, with eafe now lifted high;: • That mufic can exprefs, or paffion feel.' [The Naiades dance a flow dance agreeable to the fub'ject of the preceeding lines, and expreffive of the pallion of love. [After this dance' the paftoral nymph advances flow, with a melancholy and defponding air, to the fide of the ftage, and repeats, by way of foliloquy, the first 3 fiz fix lines, and then fings the ballad. In the mean time he is obferv'd by Euphrofyne, who by her gefure expreffes to the audience her different fentiments of the fubject of her complaint, fuitably to the character of their feveral fongs. RECITATIVE. How gentle was my Damon's air! A BALL A D. On every hill, in every grove, • Now to the moffy cave I fly, Where to my fwain I oft have fung, Now through the winding vale I pafs, And figh to fee the well-known shade; 'I weep, and kifs the bended grafs, Where love and Damon fondly play'd. The vale, the fhade, the grafs remain, But Damon there I feek in vain.' From hill, from dale, each charm is fled, Groves, flocks, and fountains please no more, All, all reproach the faithlefs fwain, RECITA. 34 RECITATIVE. By Euphrofyne. Love, the greatest blifs below, BALLA D. The wanton god, that pierces hearts, They have charms whilft mine can please, rest. Why should they e'er give me pain, Comus Speaks. Caft thine eyes around and fee, Fire, water, earth, and air combine To court thy fmell, thy fight, thy taste." Hither, fuminer, autumn, fpring, All |