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“ Where if he be, with dauntless hardihood “ And brandished blade rush on him, break his glass, “ And shed the luscious liquor on the ground; “ But seize his wand, tho’ he and his curs'd crew “ Fierce sign of battle make, and menace high, “ Or like the sons of Vulcan vomit smoke, “ Yet will they soon retire, if he but shrink.”
ACT III. .
“ Scene opens, and discovers” a magnificent Hall in Co
Mus's Palace, “ set off with all the gay decorations “ proper for an ancient banqueting-room.” COMUS and Attendants stand on each side of the Lady, who is seated in an enchanted chair; “ and by her looks and “gestures expresses great signs of uneasiness and “ lancholy."
Comus speaks. “ HENCE, loathed melancholy, “ Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, “ In Stygian cave forlorn, “ 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights un
holy, “ Find out some uncouth cell, “ Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings “ And the night-raven sings ; “ There, under ebon-shades, and low-brow'd rocks, “ As ragged as thy locks,
“ In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
ing EUPHROSYNE, or Mirth; who advances to the Lady, and sings the following song,
Sighs to amorous sighs returning,
Com. Ye sedge-crown'd Naiades, by twilight seen
selves in order to dance.]
Now softly slow let Lydian measures move,
[“ The Naiads dance a slow dance expressive of the pas
sion of Love.]
[“ After this dance" the pastoral Nymph advances slow,
with a melancholy and desponding air, to the side of the stage, and repeats, by way of soliloquy, the first six lines, and then sings the ballad. In the mean time she is observed by EUPHROSYNE, who by her gesture expresses to the audience her different sentiments of the subject of her complaint, suitably to the character of their several songs.]
How gentle was my Damon's air!
On every hill, in every grove,
Along the margin of each stream,
I mourn, and Damon is my theme.
“ Now to the mossy cave I fly,
" Where to my swain I oft have sung, “ Well pleas'd the browsing goats to spy,
“ As o’er the airy steep they hung. “ The mossy cave, the goats remain, " But Damon there I seek in vain.
“ Now through the winding vale I pass,
“ And sigh to see the well-known shade; “ I weep, and kiss the bended grass,
“ Where love and Damon fondly play'd, “ The vale, the shade, the grass remain, “ But Damon there I seek in vain."
From hill, from dale, each charm is fled,
fountains please no more, Each flower in pity droops its head,
All nature does my loss deplore.
RECITATIVE. By EUPHROSYNE.
The wanton god, that pierces hearts,
Farewell lovers, when they're cloy'd;