Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his fpells, And yet came off: if you have this about you, (As I will give you when we go) you may Boldly affault the necromancer's hall; Where if he be, with dauntless hardihood, 650 And brandish'd blade, rush on him, break his glass, But feife his wand; though he and his curs'd crew 655 1 BRO. Thyrfis, lead on apace, I'll follow thee, And fome good Angel bear a fhield before us! The Scene changes to a stately palace, fet out with all manner of deliciousness: foft mufic, tables fpread with all dainties. Comus appears with his rabble, and the Lady set in an inchanted chair, to whom he offers his glass, which she puts by, and goes about to rife. COм. Nay, Lady, fit; if I but wave this wand, Your nerves are all chain'd up in alabaster, And you a statue, or as Daphne was Root-bound, that fled Apollo. LA. Fool, do not boast, 660 Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind COм. Why are you vext, 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 Brifk as the April buds in primrose-feafon. And first behold this cordial julep here, 670 That flames, and dances in his crystal bounds, 675 In Egypt gave to Jove-born Helena, 680 That have been tir'd all day without repast, And timely rest have wanted; but, fair Virgin, This will restore all foon. LA. 'Twill not, false traitor, "Twill not restore the truth and honesty 690 That thou haft banish'd from thy tongue with lies. Thou toldft me of? What grim aspects are these, VOL. III. L Thef 695 Thefe ugly-headed monfters? Mercy guard me! 700 But fuch as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is not delicious To a well-govern'd and wise appetite. 705 COм. O fcolishness of men! that lend their ears To thofe budge doctors of the Stoic fur, And fetch their precepts from the Cynic tub, 710 715 That in their green shops weave the smooth-hair'd filk 720 She hutcht th' all-worshipt ore, and precious gems And And we should serve him as a grudging master, 725 Who would be quite furcharg'd with her own weight, And ftrangled with her waste fertility, Th'earth cumber'd, and the wing'd air darkt with plumes, The herds would over-multitude their lords, The fea o'erfraught would fwell, and th' unfought diamonds Would fo imblaze the forehead of the deep, And fo bestud with stars, that they below If 735 740 you let flip time, like a neglected rofe 745 They had their name thence; coarse complexions L 2 750 There There was another meaning in these gifts, Think what, and be advis'd, you are but young yet. 760 765 That live according to her sober laws, And holy dictate of fpare temperance: If every juft man, that now pines with want, 770 And she no whit incumber'd with her store, And then the giver would be better thank'd, 775 Ne'er looks to Heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, Crams, and blafphemes his feeder. Shall I go on? 780 Fain would 1 fomething say, yet to what end? Thou |