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Sighs to amorous sighs returning,
Com. Ye sedge-crown'd Naiades, by twilight seen Along Mæander's mazy
green, At Comus' call appear in all your azure sheen. [He waves his Wand, the Naiads enter, and range
themselves in order to dance.] Now swiftly slow let Lydian measıires move, And breathe the pleasing pangs of gentle love. [“ The Naiads dance a slow dance expressive of the
passion of Love.] [“ After this dance" the pastoral Nymph advances
slow, with a melancholy and desponding ait, to the side of the stage, and repears, by way of soliloquy, ibe first six lines, and then sings the ballad. In the mean time she is observed by EUPHROSYNE, who by ber gestures expresses so the audience her different sentiments of the subje&t of her complaint, suitably 9 the chara&ter of their several songs.]
How gentle was my Damon's air !
that cruel task is mine!
On every hill, in every grové,
Along the margin of each stream, Dear consicous scenes of former love, I mourn, and Damon.is
theme. The hills, the groves, the streams remain, 60 But Damon there I seek in vain.
“ Now to the mossy.cave I fly,
“ Where to my swain I oft bave sung, “ Well pleas'd the brotvsing goats to spy',
“ As o'er the airy steep they hung. “ The mossy cave, the goats remain, “ But Damon there I seek in vain.
« Now through the winding vale I pass,
“ And sigh to see the well-known shade; " I weep and kiss the bended grass,
“ Where love and Damon fondly play'd. “ The vale, the shade, the grass remain, " But Damon there I seek in vain,"
From hill, from dale, each charm is fled,
Groves, flocks, and fountains please no more, Each flower in pity droops its head,
All nature does my loss deplore.
RECITATIVE. By EUPHROSYNE.
Love, the greatest bliss below,
The wanton god, that pierces hearts,
Why should they e'er give me pain,
“ Fire, water, earth, and air, combine
Hither summer, autumn, spring,
Paying homage to your queen. [ After this “they put on tbeir 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 inter“rupted by lofty and solemn musick from above, “ rubence the second Attendant Spirit enters gra. dually in a splendid machine, repearing the following lines to the Lady, and sings, remaining still invisible to COMUS and his crew.
From the realms of peace above,
Nor on beds of fading flowers,
Shedding soon their gaudy pride;
Will true pleasure long reside.
Entbron'd sits the immortal fair;
The steps are peril, toil and care.
[Exit obe Spirit, the music playing loud and solemn.
Lady. Thanks, heav'nly songster! whosoc'er thou
art, Who deign'st to enter these unhallow'd walls; To bring the song of virtue to mine ear!