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Th’All-giver would be unthank'd, would be un

prais'd, “ Not half his riches known, and yet despis’d, “ And we should serve him as a grudging master, As a penurious niggard of his wealth, “ And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons ; “ Who would be quite surcharg’d with her own

weight, And strangled with her waste fertility.

Lady. “I had not thought to have unlock'd my lips " In this unhallow'd air, but that this juggler “ Wou'd think to charm my judgment, as mine eyes, “ Obtruding false rules, prank'd in reason's garb. “ I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, “ And virtue has no tongue to check her pride, 230

Impostor, do not charge most innocent Nature, " As if she would her children should be riotous “ With her abundance. She, good cateress, “ Means her provision only to the good, “ That live according to her sober laws, “ And holy dictate of spare Temperance. “ If ev'ry just man, that now pines with want, “ Had but a mod'rate and beseeming share “ Of that which lewdly-pamper'd Luxury “ Now heaps upon some few with vast excess, 240 “ Nature's full blessings would be well dispens’d “ In unsuperfluous even proportion, “ And she no whit encumber'd with her store ; " And then the Giver wou'd be better thank'd, “ His praise due paid. For swinish Gluttony

“ Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, “ But with besotted, base ingratitude “ Crams, and blasphemes his feeder.” Shall I go on? Or have I said enough? Com. Enough to shew

25° That

you are cheated by the lying boasts
Of starving pedants, that affect a fame
From scorning pleasures, which they cannot reach.

Preach not to me your musty rules,

Ye drones that mould in idle cell ;
The heart is wiser than the schools,

The senses always reason well.
If short my span, I less can spare

To pass a single pleasure by ;
An hour is long, if lost in care;

266 They only live, who life enjoy. Com. “ These are the maxims of the trulywise, “ Of such as practise what they preach to others. “ Here are no hypocrites, no grave dissemblers; Nor pining grief, nor eating cares approach us, “ Nor sighs, nor murmurs --but of gentle Love, “ Whose woes delight; What must his pleasures then?

“ EUPHROSYNE sings. Ye Fauns, and ye Dryads, from hill, dale, and grove, Trip, trip it along, conducted by Love;

Sung by Comus, as now performed at Covent-garden Theatre.

Swiftly resort to Comus' gay court,

270 “ And in various measures shew Love's various sport.

Enter the Fauns and Dryads, and attend to the fol

lowing directions. The tune is play'd a second time, to which they dance. “ Now lighter and gayer, ye tinkling strings, sound; “ Light, light in the air, ye nimble nymphs, bound. “ Now, now with quick feet the ground beat, beat, beat; “Now with quick feet the ground beat, beat, beat, &c.

“ Now cold and denying,
“ Now kind and complying,
“ Consenting, repenting,
“ Disdaining, complaining,
“ Indifference now feigning,

280 “ Again with quick feet the ground beat, beat, beat.

[Exeunt Dancers.Com. List, Lady, be not coy, and be not cozen'd With that same vaunted name Virginity. Beauty is nature's coin, must not be hoarded, “ But must be current, and the good thereof “ Consists in mutual and partaken bliss, “ Unsavory in th’ enjoyment of itself:

let slip time, like a neglected rose, “ It withers on the stalk with languish'd head. “ Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown 290 “ In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, “ Where most may wonder at the workmanship. “ It is for homely features to keep home, They had their name thence: Coarse complexions;

If you

“ And cheeks of sorry grain, will serve to ply “ The sampler, and to teaze the housewife's wool.” 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.

301 Lady. “ To him that dares " Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words “ Against the sun-clad power of chastity, • Fain would I something say, yet to what purpose ? “ Thou hast nor ear, nor soul to apprehend; “ And thou art worthy that thou should'st not know “ More happiness than this thy present lot. “ Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric, “ That has so well been taught her dazzling fence : “ Thou art not fit to hear thyself convinc'd, 311 “ Yet should I try, the uncontroled worth Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits “ To such a flame of sacred vehemence, “ That dumb things would be mov’d to sympathize, « And the brute earth would lend her nerves, and

shake, “ Till all thy magic structures, rear'd so high, Were shatter'd into heaps o'er thy false head.

Com. “ She fables not, I feel that I do fear “ Her words set off by some superior pow'r ; 320 “ And tho' not mortal, yet a cold shudd'ring dew “ Dips me all o’er, as when the wrath of Jove

Speaks thunder, and the chains of Erebus,

" To some of Saturn's crew. I must dissemble, “ And try her yet more strongly -Come, no more, “ This is meer moral babble, and direct " Against the canon laws of our foundation ; “ I must not suffer this, yet'tis but the lees " And settlings of a melancholy blood ; “ But this will cure all strait,” one sip of this 330 Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, Beyond the bliss of dreams. Be wise, and taste.

[The Brothers rush in with swords drawn, wrest the glass

out of his hand, and break it against the ground; his rout make signs of resistance, but are all driven in.]

Enter the First Spirit.' What, have you let the false enchanter scape ? O, ye mistook, you should have snatch'd his wand And bound him fast; without his rod revers’d, “ And backward mutters of dissev’ring pow'r,". 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, “ Some other means I have, which may be us’d, 340 " Which once of Melibæus old I learn'd, “ The soothest shepherd that e'er pip'd on plains : " I learn'd 'em then, when with my fellow swain, “ The youthful Lycidas, his flocks I fed.” There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure, That sways the Severn stream;


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