Tell me but where, Sweet queen of parly, daughter of the sphere, So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heav'n's harmonies. COMUS. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould How sweetly did they float upon the wings Culling their potent herbs, and baleful drugs, And chid her barking waves into attention, I never heard till now. I'll speak to her, And she shall be my queen. Hail foreign wonder, Dwell'st here with Pan, or Silvan, by blest song To touch the prosp'rous growth of this tall wood. LADY. Nay gentle shepherd, ill is lost that praise That is address'd to unattending ears; Not any boast of skill, but extreme shift mossy couch. 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 it'h' valley some cool friendly spring. COMUS. And left your fair side all unguarded, lady? LADY. They were but twain, and purpos'd quick return. COMUS. Perhaps fore-stalling night prevented them. LADY. How easy my misfortune is to hit! COMUS. Imports their loss, beside the present need? LADY. No less than if I should my brothers lose. COMUS. Were they of manly prime, or youthful bloom? LADY. As smooth as Hebe's their unrazor'd lips. COMUS. Two such I saw, what time the labour'd ox In his loose traces from the furrow came, And the swinkt hedger at his supper sat; I saw them under a green mantling vine That crawls along the side of yon small hill, Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots; Their port was more than human, as they stood: I took it for a fairy vision Of some gay creatures of the element, And play i'th' plighted clouds. I was awe-struck, Gentle villager, LADY. What readiest way would bring me to that place? COMUS. Due west it rises from this shrubby point. LADY. To find out that, good shepherd, I suppose, In such a scant allowance of star-light, Would overtask the best land-pilot's art, Without the sure guess of well-practis'd feet. COMUS. I know each lane, and every alley green, I can conduct you, lady, to a low LADY. Shepherd, I take thy word, And trust thy honest offer'd courtesy, I cannot be, that I should fear to change it. trial Eye me, blest Providence, and square my THE TWO BROTHERS. ELDER BROTHER. Unmuffle ye faint Stars, and thou fair Moon, That wont'st to love the traveller's benizon, Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloud, And disinherit Chaos, that reigns here In double night of darkness and of shades; With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light, VOL. III. 2 |