If we but live to see that joyful day, So when the Gallic Fox, by fraud of peace, He bids him wake, and see himself betray'd Shows him how one close hour of Gallic thought At this th' indignant savage rolls his fiery mane; He grinds his dreadful fangs; and stalks to There, with erected crest, and horrid roar,[gore, In one push'd battle frees the destin'd slaves; Retook those towns for which he years had Revives old English honour, and an Empire fought. saves. COMU S: A MASQUE, IN THREE ACTS. BY JOHN MILTON. REMARKS. THIS Masque was first represented at Ludlow Castle on Michaelmas-day 1634, before the Right Hon. the Earl of Bridgewater, Lord President of Wales: the principal performers were the Lord Brackly, Mr. Thomas Egerton, and the Lady Alice Egerton. In the year 1774, it was abridged, and has ever since been performed as an after-piece at the Theatre Royal in Covent Garden. Scorning the judgment of a trifling age, name: But now, his fame by every trumpet blown, We on his deathless trophies raise our own. Nor art nor nature did his genius bound; Heaven, hell, earth, chaos, he survey'd around: All things his eye, through wit's bright empire thrown, Beheld, and made what it beheld his own. Such Milton was: 'tis ours to bring him forth, And yours to vindicate neglected worth. Warns erring youth, and guards the spotless maid From spell of magic vice by reason's aid. Attend the strains; and should some mean er phrase Hang on the style and clog the nobler lays, Great objects only strike the generous heart; ACT I. SCENE I.-Discovers a wild Wood. The first Attendant SPIRIT enters. BEFORE the starry threshold of Jove's court Confined and pester'd in this pinfold here Yet some there are that by due steps aspire Its beamy point? Some messenger from Jove He comes The second Attending SPIRIT descends. Declare on what strange errand bent Thou visitest this clime to me assign'd, So far remote from thy appointed sphere. 2d Spirit. On no appointed task thou seest me now; But, as returning from Elysian bowers, (Whither from mortal coil a soul I wafted,) Along this boundless sea of waving air I steer'd my flight, betwixt the gloomy shade Of these thick boughs thy radiant form I spied, [clouds; Gliding as streams the moon through dusky Instant I stoop'd my wing, and downward sped To learn thy errand, and with thine to join My kindred aid, from mortals ne'er withheld When virtue on the brink of peril stands. 1st Spirit. Then mark th' occasion that demands it here, Neptune, I need not tell, besides the sway And wield their little tridents; but this isle, An old and haughty nation proud in arms. 2d Spirit. Does any danger threat his legal sway From bold sedition or close ambush'd treason? 1st Spirit. No danger thence; but to his lofty seat, Which borders on the verge of this wild vale, His blooming offspring, nursed in princely lore, Are coming to attend their father's state The nodding horror of whose shady brows I was despatch'd for their defence and guard. 2d Spirit. What peril can their innocence assail Within these lonely and unpeopled shades? In every region virtue finds a foe. On Circe's island fell: (who knows not Circe, 2d Spirit. Ill omen'd birth to Virtue and her sons! 1st Spirit. He, ripe and frolic of his full grown age, Roving the Celtic and Iberian fields, At last betakes him to this ominous wood, And in thick shelter of black shades imbower'd Excels his mother at her mighty art, (For most do taste through fond intemperate Into some brutish form of wolf or bear, sorcerer By magic power their human face restores And outward beauty to delude the sight. 2d Spirit. Lose they the memory of their former state? 1st Spirit. No, they (so perfect is their misery) Not once perceive their foul disfigurement, But boast themselves more comely than before; And all their friends and native home forget, I shoot from heaven to give him safe convoy, This be our task; but first I must put off roar, And hush the waving woods; nor of less faith, Whatever blessed spirit hovers near, On errands bent to wandering mortal good, If need require him summon to thy side; Unseen of mortal eye such thoughts inspire, Such heaven-born confidence, as need demands In hour of trial. COMUS enters with a charming rod in one hand, his glass in the other; with him a rout of MEN and WOMEN dressed as Bacchanals; they come in making a riotous and unruly noise, with torches in their hands. Comus. The star that bids the shepherd fold, Now the top of heaven doth hold. In the steep Atlantic stream; And the slope sun his upward beam SONG. Now Phoebus sinketh in the west, Welcome song, and welcome jest, Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity: Braid your locks with rosy twine, Dropping odours, dropping wine. Rigour now is gone to bed, And Advice with scrupulous head, Strict Age and sour Severity, With their grave saws in slumber lie. We, that are of purer fire, Who in their nightly watchful spheres, Now to the moon in wavering morrice move. SONG.-By a Woman. By dimpled brook, and fountain brim, The Wood-nymphs, deck'd with daisies trim, Of midnight torches burn. Mysterious dame ! That ne'er art call'd but when the dragonwomb Of Stygian darkness spits her thickest gloom, Wherein thou rid'st with Hecat', and befriend Us thy vow'd priests, till utmost end SONG. BY COMUS and Woman. From tyrant laws and customs free, We follow sweet variety; By turns we drink, and dance, and sing, Love for ever on the wing. Why should niggard rules control Transports of the jovial soul? No dull stinting hour we own, Pleasure counts our time alone. Enter the LADY. Lady. This way the noise was, if mine ear be true, [sound My best guide now: methought it was the Of riot and ill-managed merriment; Such as the jocund flute or gamesome pipe Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, When, for their teeming flocks and granges full, [Pan, In wanton dance they praise the bounteous And thank the gods amiss. I should be loath To meet the rudeness and swill'd insolence Of such late rioters; yet, oh, where else Shall I inform my unacquainted feet In the blind mazes of this tangled wood? Comus. [Aside.] I'll ease her of that care, and be her guide. Lady. My brothers, when they saw me With this long way, resolving here to lodge Like a sad votarist in palmer's weeds, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings, Are but as slavish officers of vengeance) Oh! if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, [Sphere! Tell me but where, Comus. [Aside.] Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? How sweetly did they float upon the wings And lap it in Elysium: Scylla wept, praise That is address'd to unattending ears: Comus. What chance, good lady, hath bereft you thus ? Lady. Dim darkness and this leafy labyrinth. Comus. Could that divide you from near. ushering guides? Lady. They left me weary on a grassy turf. Comus. By falsehood or discourtesy, or why? Lady. To seek i' th' valley some cool friendly spring. Comus. And left your fair side all unguarded, Lady? Lady. They were but twain, and purposed quick return. Comus. Perhaps forestalling night prevented them? Ludy. How easy my misfortune is to hit! Comus. Imports their loss beside the present need? |