« ПредишнаНапред »
The attendant SPIRIT, afterwards in the habit of
The chiet persons who presented were,
The Lord BRACKLY.
The Mask was presented in 1634, and consequently in the 20th
In the title-page of the first edition, printed in 1637, it is said that it was presented on Michaelmas night, and there was this motto,
" Eheu quid volui misero mihi! floribus austrum « Perditus
In this edition, and in that of Milton's poems in 1645,
there was prefixed to the Mask the following dedication.
To the Right Honorable
son and heir apparent to the Earl of BRIDG E WATER, &c.
This poem, which received its first occafion of
birth from yourself and others of your noble family, and much honor from your own person in the performance, now returns again to make a final dedication of itself to you. Although not openly acknowledg’d by the author, yet it is a legitimate offspring, so lovely, and so much desired, that the often copying of it hath tir'd my pen to give my several friends satisfaction, and brought me to a necessity of producing it to the public view; and now to offer it up in all rightful devotion to those fair hopes, and rare endowments of your much promising youth, which give a full affu
rance, to all that know you, of a future excellence. Live, sweet Lord, to be the honor of your name; and receive this as your own, from the hands of him, who hath by many favors been long oblig'd to your
most honor'd parents; and as in this representation your attendant Thyrsis, fo now in all real expression
Your faithful and most
H. L A WES.
A S K.
The first Scene discovers a wild Wood.
The attendant Spirit descends or enters.
My mansion is, where those immortal shapes
15 I would not soil these pure ambrosial weeds With the rank vapors of this fin-worn mold.
But to my task. Neptune, besides the fway
The unadorned bosom of the deep,
35 And new-intrusted scepter; but their way Lies through the perplex'd paths of this drear wood, The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger; And here their tender age might suffer peril, But that by quick command from sovran Jove I was dispatch'd for their defense and guard; And listen why, for I will tell you now What never yet was heard in tale or fong, From old or modern bard, in hall or bower. 45
Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of mis-used wine, After the Tuscan mariners transform’d, Coasting the Tyrrhene shore, as the winds listed, On Circe's iland fell: (Who knows not Circe 5° The daughter of the fun? whose charm'd cup Whoever tasted, loft his upright shape,