A MASQUE, IN TWO ACTS.-ALTERED FROM MILTON. ACT I. SCENE I.-A Wood. Enter Spirit. Spi. Before the starry threshold of Jove's court Which men call earth; and with low-thoughted care Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape On Circe's island fell: this nymph had by him a son, Whom therefore she brought up, and Comus nam'd; His orient liquor in a crystal glass. Soon as the potion works, their human countenance Enter COMUS, with a rout of Men and Women, Com. The star, that bids the shepherd fold, Now the top of heaven doth hold; And the gilded car of day AIR.-By a Bacchanal. Now Phoebus sinketh in the west, Braid your locks with rosy twine, Dropping odours, dropping wine! Rigour now is gone to bed, And advice, with scrup'lous head, With their grave saws to slumber lie. Who, in their nightly watchful spheres, AIR.-By a Bacchante. By dimpl'd brook, and fountain brim Come let us our rites begin; 'Tis only day-light that makes sin. Com. Hail, goddess of nocturnal sport! Stay thy cloudy ebon chair, Wherein thou rid'st with Hecate, and befriend Till the nice morn on th' Indian steep And to the tell-tale sun descry Our conceal'd solemnity. DUETT.-By a Man and Woman. By turns we drink, and dance, and sing, Why should niggard rules control Com. Come; knit hands and beat the ground In a light fantastic round. (A Dance.) (For so I can distinguish by my art,) As she'd address herself in song. AIR.-By a Lady behind. Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen By slow meander's murgent 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, Sweet queen of parly, daughter of the sphere; Lady. This way the noise was, if mine ear be true, My best guide now; methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-manag'd mirth. I should be loth To meet the rudeness, and swill'd insolence Of such late rioters; yet O! where else Shall I inform my unacquainted feet In the blind mazes of this tangled wood? Com. I'll ease her of that care, and be her guide. (Aside.) Lady. My brothers, when they saw me weary'd out, Stepp'd, as they said, to the next thicket side, To bring me berries, or such cooling fruit, As the kind hospitable woods provide. But where they are, and why they come not back, Is now the labour of my thoughts; 'tis likeliest They had engag'd their wand'ring steps too far: I cannot halloo to my brothers, but Such noise as I could make to be heard furthest I have ventur'd; for my new enliven'd spirits Prompt me: and they perhaps are not far off. Com. Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence: How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night, And chid her barking waves into attention, I never heard till now. I'll speak to her, Whom certain these rough shades did never breed, Dwell'st here with Pan or Silvan, by bless'd song Lady. Nay, gentle shepherd, ill is lost that praise, Lady. Dim darkness and this leafy labyrinth. Com. Could that divide you from near ush'ring guides? Lady. They left me weary on a grassy turf, To seek i'th valley some cool friendly spring. Com. And left your fair side all unguarded, lady? Lady. They were but twain, and purpos'd quick return. Com. Imports their loss, beside the present need? Lady. No less than if I should my brothers lose. Com. Were they of manly prime, or youthful bloom? Lady. As smooth as Hebe's their unrazor'd lips. Of some gay creatures of the element, way Lady. Gentle villager, what readiest would Me to that place? [bring Com. I know each lane, and ev'ry alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell of this wild wood. 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'd pillow rouse; or grant it other I can conduct yon, lady, to a low, [wise, But loyal cottage, where you may be safe till further quest. Lady. Shepherd, I take thy word, And trust thy offer'd service. In a place Less warranted than this, or less secure, I cannot be, that I should fear to change it. Eye me, bless'd Providence, and square my trial To my proportion'd strength! Shepherd, lead on. [Exeunt. Enter Comus's Crew from behind the trees. Fly swiftly, ye minutes, till Comus receive moon, That wont'st to love the trav'ller's benison, Be barr'd that happiness, might we but know E. Bro. Peace, brother; be not over exquisite, Y. Bro. 'Tis most true, Far from the cheerful baunt of men and herds, E. Bro. My sister is not so defenceless left Y. Bro. What hidden strength? E. Bro. "Tis chastity, my brother, chastity; She that has that is clad in complete steel, And like a quiver'd nymph, with arrows keen May trace huge forests, and unbarbour'd heaths, Infamous hills, and sandy perilous wilds. So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, List, list; I hear Some far-off halloo break the silent air. Y. Bro. Methought so too; what should it be? E. Bro. Either some one like us night-founder'd here, Or else some neighbour woodman, or at worst, Some roving robber calling to his fellows. Y. Bro. Heav'n keep my sister! (Halloo.) Best draw, and stand upon our guard. If he be friendly, he comes well; if not, sure. Spi. O, my lov'd master's heir, and his next joy, Where is my virgin lady? where is she? How chance she is not in your company? [blame, E. Bro. To tell thee sadly, shepherd, without Or our neglect, we lost her as we came. Spi. Ah me unhappy! then my fears are true. E. Bro. What fears, good Thyrsis? pr'ythee, briefly shew. Spi. Within the bosom of this hideous wood, Immur'd in cypress shades, a sorc'rer dwells, Of Bacchus and of Circe born; great Comus, Deep skill'd in all his mother's witcheries, And wanton as his father. This I learn'd Tending my flocks hard by ; whence, night by night, He and his monstrous rout are heard to howl; Yet have they many baits and guileful spells, T'inveigle and invite th' unwary sense. (A loud laugh.) But hark! the beaten timbrel's jarring sound, Enter Comus's Crew, revelling; the Elder Brother advances and speaks. E. Bro. What are you? speak! that thus in wanton riot And midnight revelry, like drunken bacchanals, Invade the silence of these lonely shades? 1 Wom. Ye godlike youths, Bless the propitious star that led you to us; (A female offers the cup, which they both put by.) E. Bro. Forbear, nor offer us the poison'd sweets. 1 Wom. Oh! how unseemly shews in blooming youth Such grey severity! But come with us; We to the bow'r of bliss will guide your steps. AIR. Would you taste the noontide air? Man. Jealous, Assail us? Wom. Can any harm assail us, my shepherd of the grove? [love? Man. Can any harm assail us, my rural queen of Wom. Feel how my heart is beating, my shepherd of the grove. [of love. Man. The pulse of life retreating, my rural queen The pulse of life retreating, Wom. My shepherd of the grove. Man. Thus love's sweet poison drinking, Wom. Dear idol of my love. E. Bro. From virtue sever'd, pleasure frenzy And always flies at reason's cool return. But we forget; who hears the voice of truth, In noisy riot and intemp'rance drown'd? Thyrsis, be thou our guide! We'll follow thee; And some good angel bear a shield before us! [grows, [Exeunt Brothers and Spirit. 1 Wom. Come, come, my friends, and partners of my joys, Leave to yon pedant youths their bookish dreams; A beardless Cynic is the shame of nature, Beyond the cure of this inspiring cup; Away, nor waste a moment more about 'em. CHORUS. Away, away, away, To Comus' court repair; There night outshines the day, There yields the melting fair. [Exeunt. SCENE I-A gay Pavilion. COMUS and Attendants on each side of the Lady, who is seated in an enchanted chair. Com. Come, thou goddess fair and free, In heav'n yclep'd Euphrosyne, And by men heart-easing mirth, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, AIR.-By a Man. Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Enter EUPHROSYNE. Sighs to am'rous sighs returning, Love and harmony reign here. Lady. How long must I, by magic fetters chain'd To this detested seat, hear odious strains Of shameless folly which my soul abhors? And breathe the pleasing pangs of gentle love. Com. Now softly slow sweet Lydian airs attune, (A Pastoral Nymph advances slowly, with a me lancholy and desponding air, and repeats, by way RECITATIVE.-Pastoral Nymph. On ev'ry hill, in ev'ry grove, Along the margin of each stream, From hill, from dale, each charm is fled; All nature does my loss deplore. RECITATIVE.-EUPHROSYNE. Love, the greatest bliss below, How to taste few women know; Fewer still the way have hit How a fickle swain to quit. Simple nymph, then learn of me How to treat inconstancy. AIR. The wanton god, that pierces hearts, They have charms, whilst mine can please; I love them much, but more my ease; Nor jealous fears my love molest, Nor faithless vows shall break my rest. Why should they ever give me pain, All I ask of mortal man, Is love to me, whilst he can. If short my span, 1 less can spare They only live who life enjoy. Com. List, lady; be not coy, and be not cozen'd With that same vaunted name, virginity. What need a vermeil tinctur'd lip for that, Love darting eyes, or tresses like the morn? There was another meaning in these gifts; Think what, and be advis'd; you are but young yet; This will inform you soon. One sip of this Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, Beyond the bliss of dreams. Be wise and taste. Enter the Brothers, with their swords drawn, who wrest the glass out of Comus's hand, and break it against the ground; he and his rout are all driven out: after which the Spirit enters. Spi. What,have you let the false enchanter 'scape? O, ve mistook! you should have snatch'd his wand, And bound him fast; without his rod revers'd, We cannot free the lady, that sits here In stony fetters fix'd, and motionless. Yet stay, be not disturb'd; now I bethink me, [Exeunt Euphrosyne and Pastoral Nymph. That sways the Severn stream: she can unlock Com. Cast thine eyes around, and see How from every element Nature's sweets are cull'd from thee, And her choicest blessings sent. Hither summer, autumn, spring, Hither all your tributes bring; All on bended knee be seen, Paying homage to your queen! (The Lady attempts to rise.) Nay, lady, sit; if I but wave this wand, my mind Lady. Fool, do not boast; Thou canst not touch the freedom of With all thy charms, although this corp'ral rind Thou hast immanacled, while heaven sees good. Com. Why are you vex'd, lady? why do you frown? Here dwell no frowns nor anger; from these gates Sorrow flies far. See, here be all the pleasures That fancy can beget on youthful thoughts: And first behold this cordial julap here, That flames and dances in his crystal bounds! Lady. Know, base deluder, that I will not taste it. Keep thy detested gifts for such as these. (Points to his crew.) That have been tir'd all day without repast, Lady. "Twill not, false traitor! Twill not restore the truth and honesty That thou hast banish'd from thy tongue with lies. Com. Enough to shew That your are cheated by the lying boasts From scorning pleasures which they cannot reach. Preach not to me your musty rules, Ye drones that mould in idle cell! The clasping charm, and thaw the numbing spell, If she be right invok'd in warbling song. Sabrina, goddess dear! We implore thy powerful aid Of true virgin here distress'd, Through the force and through the wilt SABRINA rises. Thus I sprinkle on thy breast And must haste, ere morning hour, Now my task is smoothly done, Quickly to the green carth's end, Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend; |