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From hill, from dale, each charm is fled,
Groves, flocks, and fountains please no more,
All nature does my loss deplore.
RECITATIVE. By EUPHROSYNE.
The wanton god, that pierces hearts,
Why should they e'er give me pain,
Cast thine eyes around, and see
“ Fire, water, earth, and air, combine
[ After this “they put on their chaplets and prepare for
“ the feast : while Comus is advancing with his cup, “ and one of his attendants offers a chaplet to the Lady, “ (which she throws on the ground with indignation) “ the preparation for the feast is interrupted by lofty “ and solemn musick from above, whence" the second Attendant Spirit enters gradually in a splendid machine, repeating the following lines to the Lady, and sings, remaining still invisible to Comus and his crew.
From the realms of peace above,
Shedding soon their gaudy pride;
Will true pleasure long reside.
Enthroned sits th' immortal fair;
The steps are peril, toil and care.
[Exit the Spirit, the music playing loud and solemn.
Lady. Thanks, heav'nly songster! whosoe'er thou
art, Who deign'st to enter these unhallow'd walls, To bring the song of virtue to mine ear!
O cease not, cease not the melodious strain,
Com. Mere airy dreams of air-bred people these ? Who look with envy on more happy man, 141 “ And would decry the joys they cannot taste. " Quit not the substance for a stalking shade
Of hollow virtue, which eludes the grasp.” Drink this, and you will scorn such idle tales. [He offers the cup, which she puts by, and attempts to rise.] Nay, lady, sit; if I but wave this wand, Your nerves are all bound up in alabaster, And you a statue: “or, as Daphne was, “ Root-bound, that Aed Apollo." Lady. Fool, do not boast;
150 Thou can'st not touch the freedom of
mind With all thy charms, altho' this corp'ral rind Thou hast immanacld, while heav'n 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, “ When the fresh blood grows lively and returns “ Brisk as the April buds in primrose season." And first behold this cordial julep here,
160 That fames and dances in his crystal bounds, “ With spirits of balm and fragrant syrups mix’d, “ Not that Nepenthes, which the wife of Thone “ In Ægypt gave to Jove-born Helena,
“ Is of such pow'r to stir up joy, as this,
Lady. Know base deluder, that I will not taste it. Keep thy detested gifts for such as these.
[Points to his crew.
SONG. By a Man.
Com. Why shou'd you be so cruel to yourself, And to those dainty limbs, which Nature lent For gentle usage and soft delicacy?
you invert the cov’nants of her trust, “ And harshly deal, like an ill borrower, “With that which you receiv'd on other terms, 180
Scorning the unexempt condition, “ By which all human frailty must subsist, “Refreshment after toil, ease after pain;" That have been tir'd all day without repast, And timely rest have wanted. But, fair virgin, This will restore all soon.
Lady. 'Twill not, false traitor! 'Twill not restore the truth and honesty That thou hast banish'd from thy tongue with lies. Was this the cottage and the safe abode, 190