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As to make this relation ?
SPI. Care and utmost shifts
every virtuous plant and healing herb,
Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells,
1 Bro. Thyrsis, lead on apace, I'll follow thee, And some good Angel bear a fhield before us !
The Scene changes to a stately palace, set out with all
manner of deliciousness: soft music, tables spread 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 rise.
Com. Nay, Lady, fit; if I but wave this wand, Your nerves are all chain’d up in alabaster, 660 And you a statue, or as Daphne was Root-bound, that fled Apollo.
LA. Fool, do not boast, Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind With all thy charms, although this corporal rind Thou hast immanacled, while Heav'n fees good. 665
Com. 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 670 Brisk as the April buds in primrose-season. And first behold this cordial julep here, That flames, and dances in his crystal bounds, With spi'rits of balm, and fragrant fyrups mix’d. Not that Nepenthes, which the wife of Thone In Egypt gave to Jove-born Helena, Is of such power to stir up joy as this, To life so friendly, or so cool to thirst. Why should you be so cruel to yourself, And to those dainty limbs which Nature lene
680 For gentle usage, and soft delicacy? But
you invert the covenants of her trust, And harshly deal like an ill borrower With that which you
receiv'd on other terms,
69€ 'Twill not restore the truth and honesty That thou haft banish'd from thy tongue with lies. Was this the cottage, and the safe abode Thou toldft me of? What grim aspects are these, VOL. III.
These ugly-headed monsters ? Mercy guard me! 695
720 Should in a pet of temperance feed on pulse, Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze, Th’all-giver would be’ unthank’d, would be unprais'd, Not lialf his riches known, and yet despis’d,
And we should serve him as a grudging master, 725
inur’d to light, and come at last 735 Το gaze upon
the fun with thameless brows. List, Lady, be not coy, and be not cosen'd With that same vaunted name Virginity. Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be horded, But must be current, and the good thereof
740 Confifts in mutual and partaken bliss, Unsavory in th' enjoyment of itself ; If you 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
745 In courts, in 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 And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler, and to tease the huswife's wool. What need a vermeil-tin&tur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?