Midnight shout, and revelry,

  Tipsy dance, and jollity.

  105 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

  110 With their grave saws in slumber lie.

  We that are of purer fire,

  Imitate the starry choir,

  Who in their nightly watchful spheres,

  Lead in swift round the months and years.

  115 The sounds, and seas with all their finny drove,

  Now to the moon in wavering morris move,

  And on the tawny sands and shelves,

  Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves;

  By dimpled brook, and fountain brim,

  120 The wood-nymphs decked with daisies trim,

  Their merry wakes, and pastimes keep:

  What hath night to do with sleep?

  Night hath better sweets to prove,

  Venus now wakes, and wakens Love.

  125 Come let us our rites begin

  ’Tis only daylight that makes sin,

  Which these dun shades will ne’er report.

  Hail goddess of nocturnal sport

  Dark-veiled Cotytto, t’ whom the secret flame

  130 Of midnight torches burns; mysterious dame

  That ne’er art called, but when the dragon womb

  Of Stygian darkness spits her thickest gloom,

  And makes one blot of all the air,

  Stay thy cloudy ebon chair,

  135 Wherein thou rid’st with Hecat’, and befriend

  Us thy vowed priests, till utmost end

  Of all thy dues be done, and none left out,

  Ere the blabbing eastern scout,

  The nice Morn on the Indian steep

  140 From her cabined loophole peep,

  And to the tell-tale sun descry

  Our concealed solemnity.

  Come, knit hands, and beat the ground,

  In a light fantastic round.

  The Measure in a wild, rude and wanton antic

  145 Break off, break off, I feel the different pace

  Of some chaste footing near about this ground.

  Run to your shrouds, within these brakes, and trees;

  Our number may affright: some virgin sure

  (For so I can distinguish by mine art)

  150 Benighted in these woods. Now to my charms

  And to my wily trains; I shall ere long

  Be well stocked with as fair a herd as grazed

  About my mother Circe. Thus I hurl

  My dazzling spells into the spongy air,

  155 Of power to cheat the eye with blear illusion,

  And give it false presentments, lest the place

  And my quaint habits breed astonishment,

  And put the damsel to suspicious flight,

  Which must not be, for that’s against my course;

  160 I under fair pretence of friendly ends,

  And well-placed words of glozing courtesy

  Baited with reasons not unplausible

  Wind me into the easy-hearted man,

  And hug him into snares. When once her eye

  165 Hath met the virtue of this magic dust,

  I shall appear some harmless villager

  Whom thrift keeps up about his country gear;

  But here she comes, I fairly step aside

  And hearken, if I may, her business here.

  The Lady enters.

  170 Lady. This way the noise was, if mine ear be true,

  My best guide now; methought it was the sound

  Of riot, and ill-managed merriment,

  Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe

  Stirs up among the loose unlettered hinds,

  175 When for their teeming flocks, and granges full

  In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan,

  And thank the gods amiss. I should be loath

  To meet the rudeness, and swilled insolence

  Of such late wassailers; yet O where else

  180 Shall I inform my unacquainted feet

  In the blind mazes of this tangled wood?

  My brothers when they saw me wearied out

  With this long way, resolving here to lodge

  Under the spreading favour of these pines,

  185 Stepped as they said to the next thicket side

  To bring me berries, or such cooling fruit

  As the kind hospitable woods provide.

  They left me then, when the grey-hooded Ev’n

  Like a sad votarist in palmer’s weed

  190 Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus’ wain.

  But where they are, and why they came not back,

  Is now the labour of my thoughts; ’tis likeliest

  They had engaged their wand’ring steps too far,

  And envious darkness, ere they could return,

  195 Had stole them from me, else O thievish Night

  Why shouldst thou, but for some felonious end,

  In thy dark lantern thus close up the stars,

  That Nature hung in heav’n, and filled their lamps

  With everlasting oil, to give due light

  200 To the misled, and lonely traveller?

  This is the place, as well as I may guess,

  Whence even now the tumult of loud mirth

  Was rife, and perfect in my listening ear,

  Yet nought but single darkness do I find.

  205 What might this be? A thousand fantasies

  Begin to throng into my memory

  Of calling shapes, and beck’ning shadows dire,

  And airy tongues, that syllable men’s names

  On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.

  210 These thoughts may startle well, but not astound

  The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended

  By a strong siding champion Conscïence.—

  O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope,

  Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings,

  215 And thou unblemished form of Chastity,

  I see ye visibly, and now believe

  That he, the Súpreme Good, t’ whom all things ill

  Are but as slavish officers of vengeance,

  Would send a glist’ring guardian if need were

  220 To keep my life and honour unassailed.

  Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud

  Turn forth her silver lining on the night?

  I did not err, there does a sable cloud

  Turn forth her silver lining on the night,

  225 And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.

  I cannot hallo to my brothers, but

  Such noise as I can make to be heard farthest

  I’ll venture, for my new enlivened spirits

  Prompt me; and they perhaps are not far off.

  Song

  230 Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph that liv’st unseen

  Within thy airy shell

  By slow Meander’s margent green,

  And in the violet-embroidered vale

  Where the love-lorn nightingale

  235 Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well.

  Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair

  That likest thy Narcissus are?

  O if thou have

  Hid them in some flow’ry cave,

  240 Tell me but where,

  Sweet queen of parley, 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

  245 Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?

  Sure something holy lodges in that breast,

  And with these raptures moves the vocal air

  To testify his hidden residence;

  How sweetly did they float upon the wings

  250 Of silence,
through the empty-vaulted night,

  At every fall smoothing the raven down

  Of darkness till it smiled: I have oft heard

  My mother Circe with the Sirens three,

  Amidst the flow’ry-kirtled Naiades

  255 Culling their potent herbs, and baleful drugs,

  Who as they sung, would take the prisoned soul,

  And lap it in Elysium; Scylla wept,

  And chid her barking waves into attention,

  And fell Charybdis murmured soft applause:

  260 Yet they in pleasing slumber lulled the sense,

  And in sweet madness robbed it of itself,

  But such a sacred, and home-felt delight,

  Such sober certainty of waking bliss

  I never heard till now. I’ll speak to her

  265 And she shall be my queen. Hail foreign wonder

  Whom certain these rough shades did never breed –

  Unless the goddess that in rural shrine

  Dwell’st here with Pan, or Sylvan, by blest song

  Forbidding every bleak unkindly fog

  270 To touch the prosperous growth of this tall wood.

  Lady. Nay gentle shepherd, ill is lost that praise

  That is addressed to unattending ears;

  Not any boast of skill, but éxtreme shift

  How to regain my severed company

  275 Compelled me to awake the courteous Echo

  To give me answer from her mossy couch.

  Comus. What chance good Lady hath bereft you thus?

  Lady. Dim darkness, and this leavy labyrinth.

  Comus. Could that divide you from near-ushering guides?

  280 Lady. They left me weary on a grassy turf.

  Comus. By falsehood, or discourtesy, or why?

  Lady. To seek i’ the valley some cool friendly spring.

  Comus. And left your fair side all unguarded Lady?

  Lady. They were but twain, and purposed quick return.

  285 Comus. Perhaps forestalling 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?

  290 Lady. As smooth as Hebe’s their unrazored lips.

  Comus. Two such I saw, what time the laboured ox

  In his loose traces from the furrow came,

  And the swinked hedger at his supper sat;

  I saw them under a green mantling vine

  295 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 faery visïon

  Of some gay creatures of the element

  300 That in the colours of the rainbow live

  And play i’ th’ plighted clouds. I was awe-strook,

  And as I passed, I worshipped; if those you seek,

  It were a journey like the path to heav’n

  To help you find them.

  Lady. Gentle villager

  305 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,

  310 Without the sure guess of well-practised feet.

  Comus. I know each lane, and every alley green,

  Dingle, or bushy dell of this wild wood,

  And every bosky bourn from side to side

  My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood,

  315 And if your stray attendance be yet lodged,

  Or shroud within these limits, I shall know

  Ere morrow wake, or the low-roosted lark

  From her thatched pallet rouse; if otherwise

  I can conduct you Lady to a low

  320 But loyal cottage, where you may be safe

  Till further quest.

  Lady. Shepherd I take thy word,

  And trust thy honest offered courtesy,

  Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds

  With smoky rafters, than in tap’stry halls

  325 And courts of princes, where it first was named,

  And yet is most pretended: in a place

  Less warranted than this, or less secure

  I cannot be, that I should fear to change it.

  Eye me blest Providence, and square my trial

  330 To my proportioned strength. Shepherd lead on. –

  The Two Brothers

  Elder Brother. Unmuffle ye faint stars, and thou fair moon

  That wont’st to love the traveller’s benison,

  Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloud,

  And disinherit Chaos, that reigns here

  335 In double night of darkness, and of shades;

  Or if your influence be quite dammed up

  With black usurping mists, some gentle taper

  Though a rush candle from the wicker hole

  Of some clay habitation visit us

  340 With thy long levelled rule of streaming light,

  And thou shalt be our star of Arcady,

  Or Tyrian Cynosure.

  Second Brother. Or if our eyes

  Be barred that happiness, might we but hear

  The folded flocks penned in their wattled cotes,

  345 Or sound of pastoral reed with oaten stops,

  Or whistle from the lodge, or village cock

  Count the night watches to his feathery dames,

  ’Twould be some solace yet, some little cheering

  In this close dungeon of innumerous boughs.

  350 But O that hapless virgin our lost sister,

  Where may she wander now, whither betake her

  From the chill dew, amongst rude burs and thistles?

  Perhaps some cold bank is her bolster now

  Or ‘gainst the rugged bark of some broad elm

  355 Leans her unpillowed head fraught with sad fears.

  What if in wild amazement, and affright,

  Or while we speak within the direful grasp

  Of savage hunger, or of savage heat?

  Elder Brother. Peace brother, be not over-exquisite

  360 To cast the fashion of uncertain evils;

  For grant they be so, while they rest unknown,

  What need a man forestall his date of grief,

  And run to meet what he would most avoid?

  Or if they be but false alarms of fear,

  365 How bitter is such self-delusïon!

  I do not think my sister so to seek,

  Or so unprincipled in virtue’s book,

  And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever,

  As that the single want of light and noise

  370 (Not being in danger, as I trust she is not)

  Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts,

  And put them into misbecoming plight.

  Virtue could see to do what virtue would

  By her own radiant light, though sun and moon

  375 Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom’s self

  Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude,

  Where with her best nurse Contemplatïon

  She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings

  That in the various bustle of resort

  380 Were all to-ruffled, and sometimes impaired.

  He that has light within his own clear breast

  May sit i’ th’ centre, and enjoy bright day,

  But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts

  Benighted walks under the midday sun;

  Himself is his own dungeon.

  385 Second Brother. ’Tis most true

  That musing meditation most affects

  The pensive secrecy of desert cell,

  Far from the cheerful haunt of men, and her
ds,

  And sits as safe as in a senate-house;

  390 For who would rob a hermit of his weeds,

  His few books, or his beads, or maple dish,

  Or do his grey hairs any violence?

  But beauty like the fair Hesperian tree

  Laden with blooming gold, had need the guard

  395 Of dragon watch with unenchanted eye,

  To save her blossoms, and defend her fruit

  From the rash hand of bold Incontinence.

  You may as well spread out the unsunned heaps

  Of miser’s treasure by an outlaw’s den,

  400 And tell me it is safe, as bid me hope

  Danger will wink on opportunity,

  And let a single helpless maiden pass

  Uninjured in this wild surrounding waste.

  Of night, or loneliness it recks me not,

  405 I fear the dread events that dog them both,

  Lest some ill-greeting touch attempt the person

  Of our unownèd sister.

  Elder Brother. I do not, brother,

  Infer, as if I thought my sister’s state

  Secure without all doubt, or controversy:

  410 Yet where an equal poise of hope and fear

  Does arbitrate th’ event, my nature is

  That I incline to hope, rather than fear,

  And gladly banish squint suspicïon.

  My sister is not so defenceless left

  415 As you imagine; she has a hidden strength

  Which you remember not.

  Second Brother. What hidden strength,

  Unless the strength of Heav’n, if you mean that?

  Elder Brother. I mean that too, but yet a hidden strength

  Which if Heav’n gave it, may be termed her own:

  420 ’Tis chastity, my brother, chastity:

  She that has that, is clad in cómplete steel,

  And like a quivered nymph with arrows keen

  May trace huge forests, and unharboured heaths,

  Infamous hills, and sandy perilous wilds,

  425 Where through the sacred rays of chastity,

  No savage fierce, bandit, or mountaineer

  Will dare to soil her virgin purity:

  Yea there, where very desolation dwells,

  By grots, and caverns shagged with horrid shades,

  430 She may pass on with unblenched majesty,

  Be it not done in pride, or in presumption.

  Some say no evil thing that walks by night

  In fog, or fire, by lake, or moorish fen,

  Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost,

  435 That breaks his magic chains at curfew time,