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Eld. Bro. Thyrſis lead on apace Ile follow thee,
And ſome good angell beare a ſheild before us.
The Scene Changes to a ſtately palace ſet out with all
manner of delicionſneſſe, ſoft muſicke, tables ſpred
with all dainties. Comus appeares with his rabble,
and the Ladie ſet in an inchanted chaire to whom he
offers his glaſſe, which ſhe puts by, and goes about
to riſe.
Comus. Nay Ladie ſit; if I but wave this wand,
Your nervs are all chain'd up in alablaſter,
And you a ſtatue; or as Daphne was
Rootbound that fled Apollo.
La. Foole doe not boaſt,
Thou canſt not touch the freedome of my mind
Withall thy charms, although this corporall rind
Thou haſt immanacl'd, while heav'n ſees good.
Co. Why are you vext Ladie, why doe you frowne;
Here dwell no frowns, nor anger, from theſe gates
Sorrow flies farre: ſee here be all the pleaſurs
That fancie can beget on youthfull thoughts
When the freſh blood grows lively, and returns
Brisk as the April buds in primroſe ſeaſon.
And firſt behold this cordial julep here
That flames, and dances in his cryſtall bounds
With ſpirits of balme, and fragrant ſyrops mixt.
Not that Nepenthes which the wife of Thone
In Ægypt gave to Iove borne Helena
Is of ſuch power to ſtirre up joy as this,
To life ſo friendly, or ſo coole to thirſt.
Why ſhould you be ſo cruelle to your ſelfe,
