The attendant Spirit afterwards in the habit of Thyrsis.
Comus with his crew.
The Lady.
1. Brother.
2. Brother.
Sabrina the Nymph.
The cheif persons which presented, were The Lord Bracly.
Mr. Thomas Egerton his Brother, The Lady Alice Egerton.
The first Scene discovers a wilde Wood.
The attendant Spirit descends or enters.
Spir: Before the starry threshold of Joves Court My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aereal Spirits live insphear"d In Regions milde of calm and serene Ayr, Above the smoak and stirr of this dim spot, Which men call Earth, and with low-thoughted care Confin"d, and pester"d in this pin-fold here, Strive to keep up a frail, and Feaverish being Unmindfull of the crown that Vertue gives After this mortal change, to her true Servants 10 Amongst the enthron"d G.o.ds on Sainted seats.
Yet som there he that by due steps aspire To lay their just hands on that Golden Key That ope"s the Palace of Eternity: To such my errand is, and but for such, I would not soil these pure Ambrosial weeds, With the rank vapours of this Sin-worn mould.
But to my task. Neptune besides the sway Of every salt Flood, and each ebbing Stream, Took in by lot "twixt high, and neather Jove, 20 Imperial rule of all the Sea-girt Iles That like to rich, and various gemms inlay The unadorned boosom of the Deep, Which he to grace his tributary G.o.ds By course commits to severall government, And gives them leave to wear their Saphire crowns, And weild their little tridents, but this Ile The greatest, and the best of all the main He quarters to his blu-hair"d deities, And all this tract that fronts the falling Sun 30 A n.o.ble 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 off-spring nurs"t in Princely lore, Are coming to attend their Fathers state, And new-entrusted Scepter, but their way Lies through the perplex"t paths of this drear Wood, The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandring Pa.s.singer.
And here their tender age might suffer perill, 40 But that by quick command from Soveran Jove I was dispatcht for their defence, and guard; And listen why, for I will tell ye now What never yet was heard in Tale or Song From old, or modern Bard in Hall, or Bowr.
Bacchus that first from out the purple Grape, Crush"t the sweet poyson of mis-used Wine After the Tuscan Mariners transform"d Coasting the Tyrrhene sh.o.r.e, as the winds listed, On Circes Hand fell (who knows not Circe 50 The daughter of the Sun? Whose charmed Cup Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape, And downward fell into a groveling Swine) This Nymph that gaz"d upon his cl.u.s.tring locks, With Ivy berries wreath"d, and his blithe youth, Had by him, ere he parted thence, a Son Much like his Father, but his Mother more, Whom therfore she brought up and Comus named, Who ripe, and frolick of his full grown age, Roving the Celtic, and Iberian fields, 60 At last betakes him to this ominous Wood, And in thick shelter of black shades imbowr"d, Excells his Mother at her mighty Art, Offring to every weary Travailer, His orient liquor in a Crystal Gla.s.se, To quench the drouth of Phoebus, which as they taste (For most do taste through fond intemperate thirst ) Soon as the Potion works, their human count"nance, Th" express resemblance of the G.o.ds, is chang"d Into som brutish form of Woolf, or Bear, 70 Or Ounce, or Tiger, Hog, or bearded Goat, All other parts remaining as they were, And they, so perfect is their misery, Not once perceive their foul disfigurement, But boast themselves more comely then before And all their friends, and native home forget To roule with pleasure in a sensual stie.
Therfore when any favour"d of high Jove, Chances to pa.s.s through this adventrous glade, Swift as the Sparkle of a glancing Star, 80 I shoot from Heav"n to give him safe convoy, As now I do: But first I must put off These my skie robes spun out of Iris Wooff, And take the Weeds and likenes of a Swain, That to the service of this house belongs, Who with his soft Pipe, and smooth-dittied Song, Well knows to still the wilde winds when they roar, And hush the waving Woods, nor of lesse faith, And in this office of his Mountain watch, Likeliest, and neerest to the present ayd 90 Of this occasion. But I hear the tread Of hatefull steps, I must be viewles now.
Comus enters with a Charming Rod in one hand, his Gla.s.s in the other, with him a rout of monsters, headed like sundry sorts of wilde Beasts, but otherwise like Men and Women, their Apparel glistring, they come in making a riotous and unruly noise, with Torches in their hands.
Co: The Star that bids the Shepherd fold, Now the top of Heav"n doth hold, And the gilded Car of Day, His glowing Axle doth allay In the steep Atlantick stream, And the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky Pole, Pacing toward the other gole 100 Of his Chamber in the East.
Meanwhile welcom Joy, and Feast, Midnight shout, and revelry, Tipsie dance, and Jollity.
Braid your Locks with rosie Twine Dropping odours, dropping Wine.
Rigor now is gon to bed, And Advice with scrupulous head, Strict Age, and sowre Severity, With their grave Saws in slumber ly. 110 We that are of purer fire Imitate the Starry Quire, Who in their nightly watchfull Sphears, Lead in swift round the Months and Years.
The Sounds, and Seas with all their finny drove Now to the Moon in wavering Morrice move, And on the Tawny Sands and Shelves, Trip the pert Fairies and the dapper Elves; By dimpled Brook, and Fountain brim, The Wood-Nymphs deckt with Daisies trim, 120 Their merry wakes and pastimes keep: What hath night to do with sleep?
Night hath better sweets to prove, Venus now wakes, and wak"ns Love.
Com let us our rights begin, "Tis onely day-light that makes Sin Which these dun shades will ne"re report.
Hail G.o.ddesse of Nocturnal sport Dark vaild Cotytto, t" whom the secret flame Of mid-night Torches burns; mysterious Dame 130 That ne"re art call"d, but when the Dragon woom Of Stygian darknes spets her thickest gloom, And makes one blot of all the ayr, Stay thy cloudy Ebon chair, Wherin thou rid"st with Hecat", and befriend Us thy vow"d Priests, til utmost end Of all thy dues be done, and none left out, Ere the blabbing Eastern scout, The nice Morn on th" Indian steep From her cabin"d loop hole peep, 140 And to the tel-tale Sun discry Our conceal"d Solemnity.
Com, knit hands, and beat the ground, In a light fantastick round.
The Measure.
Break off; break off, I feel the different pace, Of som chast footing neer about this ground.
Run to your shrouds, within these Brakes and Trees, Our number may affright: Som Virgin sure (For so I can distinguish by mine Art) Benighted in these Woods. Now to my charms, 150 And to my wily trains, I shall e"re long Be well stock"t with as fair a herd as graz"d About my Mother Circe. Thus I hurl My dazling Spells into the spungy ayr, Of power to cheat the eye with blear illusion, And give it false presentments, lest the place And my quaint habits breed astonishment, And put the Damsel to suspicious flight, Which must not be, for that"s against my course; I under fair pretence of friendly ends, 160 And well plac"t words of glozing courtesie Baited with reasons not unplausible Wind me into the easie-hearted man, And hugg him into snares. When once her eye Hath met the vertue of this Magick dust, I shall appear som harmles Villager Whom thrift keeps up about his Country gear, But here she comes, I fairly step aside, And hearken, if I may, her busines here.
The Lady enters.
La: This way the noise was, if mine ear be true, 170 My best guide now, me thought it was the sound Of Riot, and ill manag"d Merriment, Such as the jocond Flute, or gamesom Pipe Stirs up among the loose unleter"d Hinds, When for their teeming Flocks, and granges full In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the G.o.ds amiss. I should be loath To meet the rudenesse, and swill"d insolence of such late Wa.s.sailers; yet O where els Shall I inform my unacquainted feet 180 In the blind mazes of this tangl"d Wood?
My Brothers when they saw me wearied out With this long way, resolving here to lodge Under the spreading favour of these Pines, Stept as they se"d to the next Thicket side To bring me Berries, or such cooling fruit As the kind hospitable Woods provide.
They left me then, when the gray-hooded Eev"n Like a sad Votarist in Palmers weed Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus wain. 190 But where they are, and why they came not back, Is now the labour of my thoughts, "tis likeliest They had ingag"d their wandring steps too far, And envious darknes, e"re they could return, Had stole them from me, els O theevish Night Why shouldst thou, but for som fellonious end, 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 To the misled and lonely Travailer? 200 This is the place as well as I may guess, Whence eev"n now the tumult of loud Mirth Was rife and perfect in my list"ning ear, Yet nought but single darknes do I find.
What might this be? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory Of calling shapes, and beckning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable mens names On Sands and Sh.o.a.rs and desert Wildernesses.
These thoughts may startle well, but not astound 210 The vertuous mind that ever walks attended By a strong siding champion Conscience.-- O welcom pure-ey"d Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering Angel girt with golden wings.
And thou unblemish"t form of Chast.i.ty, I see ye visibly and now beleeve That he, the Supreme good t"whom all things ill Are but as slavish officers of vengeance, Would send a glistring Guardian if need were To keep my life and honour una.s.sail"d. 220 Was I deceiv"d, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
I did not err, there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted Grove.
I cannot hallow to my Brothers, but Such noise as I can make to be heard farthest Ile venter, for my new enliv"nd spirits Prompt me; and they perhaps are not far off.
SONG.
Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph that liv"st unseen 230 Within thy airy sh.e.l.l By slow Meander"s margent green, And in the violet imbroider"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 som flowry Cave, Tell me but where 240 Sweet Queen of Parly, Daughter of the Sphear, So maist thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heav"ns Harmonies.
Co: Can any mortal mixture of Earths mould Breath such Divine inchanting ravishment?
Sure somthing holy lodges in that brest, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testifie his hidd"n residence; How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night 250 At every fall smoothing the Raven doune Of darknes till it smil"d: I have oft heard My mother Circe with the Sirens three, Amid"st the flowry-kirtl"d Naiades Culling their Potent hearbs, and balefull drugs.
Who as they sung, would take the prison"d soul, And lap it in Elysium, Scylla wept, And chid her barking waves into attention.
And fell Charybdis murmur"d soft applause: Yet they in pleasing slumber lull"d the sense, 260 And in sweet madnes rob"d it of it self, But such a sacred, and home-felt delight, Such sober certainty of waking bliss I never heard till now. Ile speak to her And she shall be my Queen. Hail forren wonder Whom certain these rough shades did never breed Unlesse the G.o.ddes that in rurall shrine Dwell"st here with Pan, or Silvan, by blest Song Forbidding every bleak unkindly Fog To touch the prosperous growth of this tall Wood. 270
La: Nay gentle Shepherd ill is lost that praise That is addrest to unattending Ears, Not any boast of skill, but extreme shift How to regain my sever"d company Compell"d me to awake the courteous Echo To give me answer from her mossie Couch.
Co: What chance good Lady hath bereft you thus?
La: Dim darknes, and this heavy Labyrinth.
Co: Could that divide you from neer-ushering guides?
La: They left me weary on a gra.s.sie terf. 280
Co: By falshood, or discourtesie, or why?
La: To seek in vally som cool friendly Spring.
Co: And left your fair side all unguarded Lady?
La: They were but twain, and purpos"d quick return.
Co: Perhaps fore-stalling night prevented them.
La: How easie my misfortune is to hit!
Co: Imports their loss, beside the present need?
La: No less then if I should my brothers loose.
Co: Were they of manly prime, or youthful bloom?
La: As smooth as Hebe"s their unrazor"d lips. 290
Co: Two such I saw, what time the labour"d Oxe In his loose traces from the furrow came, And the swink"t hedger at his Supper sate; I saw them under a green mantling vine That crawls along the side of yon small hill, Plucking ripe cl.u.s.ters from the tender shoots, Their port was more then human, as they stood; I took it for a faery vision Of som gay creatures of the element That in the colours of the Rainbow live 300 And play i"th plighted clouds. I was aw-strook, And as I past, I worshipt: if those you seek It were a journey like the path to Heav"n, To help you find them. La: Gentle villager What readiest way would bring me to that place?
Co: Due west it rises from this shrubby point.
La: To find out that, good Shepherd, I suppose, In such a scant allowance of Star-light, Would overtask the best Land-Pilots art, Without the sure guess of well-practiz"d feet, 310
Co: I know each lane, and every alley green Dingle, or bushy dell of this wilde Wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood, And if your stray attendance be yet lodg"d, Or shroud within these limits, I shall know Ere morrow wake, or the low roosted lark From her thatch"t pallat rowse, if otherwise I can conduct you Lady to a low But loyal cottage, where you may be safe 320 Till further quest.
La: Shepherd I take thy word, And trust thy honest offer"d courtesie, Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds With smoaky rafters, then in tapstry Halls And Courts of Princes, where it first was nam"d, And yet is most pretended: In a place Less warranted then this, or less secure I cannot be, that I should fear to change it.
Eie me blest Providence, and square my triall To my proportion"d strength. Shepherd lead on.-- 330