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Which these dun fhades will ne'er report.
Hail, Goddess of Nocturnal sport,
Dark vail'd Cotytto, t whom the secret fame
Of midnight Torches burns ; mysterious Dame,
That ne'er art call’d, but when the Dragon womle
Of Stygian darkness fpits her thickest gloom,
And makes one blot of all the Air,
Stay thy cloudy Ebon Chair,
Wherein thou rid'ft with Hecat', and befriend
Us thy vow'd Priests, till utmost end
Of all thy dues be done, and none left out ;
Ere the blabbing eastern Scout,
The nice Morn, on th’ Indian steep
From her cabin'd loop-bole peep,
And to the tell-tale Sun descry
Our conceal'd Solemnity.
Come, knit hands, and beat the ground
In a light fantastick round.

The Measure.
Break off, break off ; I feel the different pace
Of some chaste footing near about this ground.
Kun to your Ahrouds, within these Brakes and Trees
Our number may affright : Some Virgin sure
(For so I can diftinguith by mine Art,)
Benighted in these Woods. Now to my charms,
And to my wily trains. I Mall ere long
Be well-stock'd with as fair a herd, as graz'd
About my Mother Circe. Thus I hurl
My dazling Spells into the fpungy air,
of pow'r to cheat the eye with blear illusion,


And give it false presentments, left the place.
And my quaint habits breed astonishment,
And put the Damsel to suspicious flight ;
Which must not be: for that's against my course. ,
I under fair pretence of friendly ends,
And well-plac'd words of glozing courtesie,
Baited with reasons not unplausible,
Wind me into the eafy-hearted man,
And hug him into snares. When once her eye
Hath met the virtue of this Magic dust,
I fall appear fome harmless Villager,
Whom thrift keeps up about his Country gear.
But here the comes, I fairly step afide
And hearken, if I may, her bufiness here,

The Lady Enters.
This way the noise was, if mine ear be true,
My best guide now ; methought it was the found
Of Riot and ill-manag'd Merriment,
Such as the jocond Flute, or gamesome Pipe
Stirs up among the loofe unletter'd Hinds,
When for their teeming Flocks, and granges full

In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan,
And thank the Gods amifs. , I should be loth
To meet the rudenefs, and swill'd insolence
Of fuch late Waffailers ; yet where elle
Shall I inform my unacquainted feet
In the blind mazes of this tangid Wood ?
My Brothers when they saw me wearied out
With this long way, resolving here to lodge
Under the spreading favour of these Pines,


Stept, as they said, to the next Thicket lidt,
To bring me Berries, or such cooling fruit,
As the kind hofpitable Woods provide.
They left me then, when the gray-hooded Ev'n
Like a sad Votarist in Palmer's weed
Rose from the hindmost wheels of Pbæbus' wain.
But where they are, and why they came not back,
Is now the labour of my thoughts ; 'tis likeliest
They had engag'd their wandring steps too far,
And envious darkness, ere they could return,
Had stole them from me; else, O thievith night,
Why. fhould'st thou, but for some felonious end,
In thy dark lanthom thus. close up the Stars,
That Nature hung in Heav'n, and fill!d their. Lamps
With everlasting oil, to give due light
To the mif-led and lonely Traveller ?
This is the place, as well as I may guess,
Whence even now the tumult of loud Mirth,
Was rife, and perfect in my lift’ning ear;.
Yet nought but single darkness do I find..
What might this be? A thousand fantasies,
Begin to throng into my memory,
Of calling shapes, and beck’ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues, that syllable mens names
On Sands, and Shoars, and desart Wildernesses.
These thoughts may startle well, but not astound:
The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended
By a strong siding champion, Conscience.

welcome, pure-ey'd faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering Angel girt with golden wings, And thou umblemisht form of Chastity;

I fee ye visibly, and now believe
That he, the supreme Good, t'whom all things ill
Are but as Navish officers of vengeance,
Would send a glift'ring Guardian, if need were
To keep my life and honour-unaffail'da
Was I deceiv’d; or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her filver lining on the night?
I did not err, there does a sable cloud
Turn forth her filver lining on the night,
And casts a gleam over this, tufted Grove.
I cannot hallow to my Brothers, but
Such noise as I can make to be heard farthen
I'll venture, for my new enliven’d spirits
Prompt me ; and they perhaps are not far off.


SWEET Echo, Sweetese Nymph, that liv'je unseen


Within tby airy shell,

By Now Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroider'd vale,

Where the love-lorn Nightingale. Nightly to thee ber sad song mournetb well; Canft tbou not tell me of a gentle Pair

That likeft thy Narcissus are?

O if tbou bave
Hid ebem in some flow'ry Cave,

Tell me but where,
Sweet Queen of Parly, Daugbter of the Sphere;

So may'A tbou be translated to the skies,
And give resounding grace to all Heav'x's barmonies.


Comus. Can any mortal mixture of Earth's mould
Breathe fuch Divine inchanting ravishment ?
Sure something holy lodges in that breaft,
And with thefe raptures moves the vocal air
To testifie his hidden residence ;
How sweetly did they float upon the wings
Of filence, through the empty-vaulted night,
At every fall smoothing the raven down
Of darkness till it smild: I have oft heard
My Mother Circe with the Sirens three,
Amidst the flow'ry-kirtled Naiades,
Culling their potent herbs, and baleful drugs,
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd Soul,
And lap it in Elysium; Scylla wept,
And chid her barking waves into attention,
And fell Charybdis murmur'd fost applaufe :
Yet they in pleasing Number lull’d the Sense,
And in sweet madness robb'd it of itself.
But such a sacred, and home-felt delight,
Such sober certainty of waking Bliss
I never heard till now. I'll speak to her,
And the fall be my Queen. Hail, foreign wonder,
Whom certain these rough shades did never breed ;
Unless the Goddess that in rural Shrine
Dwell'st here with Pan, or Silvan, by bleft Song
Forbidding every bleak unkindly Fog
To touch the prosperous growth of this tall Wood.

La. Nay, gentle Shepherd, ill is lost that praife,
That is addrest to unattending Ears :
Not any boast of skill, but extreme shift
How to regain my sever'd company,


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