COMUS, A MASK. PRESENTED AT LUDLOW CASTLE. THE PERSONS. Attendant SPIRIT, afterwards in the habit of THYRSIS. Comus was presented as a mask at Ludlow Castle, 1634, before the Earl of Bridgewater, Lord President of Wales, whose two sons and daughter took the parts of the Brothers and the Lady. Masks were elaborate entertainments, combining the beauties of music, poetry, dancing, and scenery. Their essence was pomp and splendour, and they were often 'composed by princes, and by princes performed.' Lacking many features of the mask, Comus retains in an exquisite degree its lyrical spirit, displayed alike in the musical eloquence of the speeches and the 'dorique delicacy' of the songs. Some of the incidents were borrowed from Peele's Old Wives' Tale (1595), Fletcher's Faithful Shepherdess (1633), and a Latin poem, Comus (1608). The subject is 'simply the Eulogy of Virtue.' The first scene discovers a wild wood. The attendant SPIRIT descends or enters. BEFORE the starry threshold of Jove's court In regions mild of calm and serene air, 5 ΙΟ Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care, To such my errand is; and, but for such, 15 20 By course commits to several government, 25 And gives them leave to wear their sapphire crowns, 30 35 Lies through the perplex'd paths of this drear wood, The nodding horror of whose shady brows 40 45 Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine, Coasting the Tyrrhene shore, as the winds listed, 50 And downward fell into a grovelling swine? This nymph, that gazed upon his clustering locks, With ivy berries wreathed, and his blithe youth, 55 Had by him, ere he parted thence, a son Much like his father, but his mother more, Whom therefore she brought up, and Comus named: Who ripe, and frolic of his full-grown age, COMUS, A MASK. Roving the Celtic and Iberian fields, At last betakes him to this ominous wood, And, in thick shelter of black shades imbower'd, His orient liquor in a crystal glass, Not once perceive their foul disfigurement, To quench the drouth of Phoebus, which as they taste 70 Therefore, when any, favour'd of high Jove, But boast themselves more comely than before, 75 I shoot from heaven, to give him safe convoy, Chances to pass through this adventurous glade, 80 85 Who, with his soft pipe, and smooth-dittied song, Well knows to still the wild winds when they roar, 90 COMUS enters with a charming-rod in one hand, his glass in the other; with him a rout of monsters, headed like sundry sorts of wild beasts, but otherwise like men and women, their apparel glistering; they come in making a riotous and unruly noise, with torches in their hands. Comus. The star that bids the shepherd fold, And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream, And the slope sun his upward beam 95 Shoots against the dusky pole, Braid your locks with rosy twine, 100 105 And advice with scrupulous head, With their grave saws, in slumber lie. Imitate the starry choir, Who, in their nightly watchful spheres, Lead in swift round the months and years. The sounds and seas, with all their finny drove, 115 Now to the moon in wavering morrice. move; And, on the tawny sands and shelves, Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves. By dimpled brook, and fountain-brim, The wood-nymphs, deck'd with daisies trim, 120 Dark-veil'd Cotytto! to whom the secret flame Of midnight torches burns; mysterious dame, 130 That ne'er art call'd, but when the dragon womb Of Stygian darkness spits her thickest gloom, Stay thy cloudy ebon chair, Wherein thou ridest with Hecate, and befriend 135 Us, thy vow'd priests, till utmost end Of all thy dues be done, and none left out, Ere the babbling eastern scout, The nice morn, on the Indian steep From her cabin'd loophole peep, 140 And to the tell-tale sun descry Come, knit hands, and beat the ground The Measure. Break off, break off, I feel the different pace Of some chaste footing near about this ground. 145 Run to your shrouds, within these brakes and trees; Our number may affright: Some virgin sure (For so I can distinguish by mine art) Benighted in these woods. Now to my charms, 150 Of power to cheat the eye with blear illusion, 155 Which must not be, for that's against my course; When once her eye Hath met the virtue of this magic dust, I shall appear some harmless villager, Whom thrift keeps up about his country gear. And hearken, if I may, her business here. The LADY enters. Lady. This way the noise was, if mine ear be true, My best guide now; methought it was the sound Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, 160 165 170 When for their teeming flocks, and granges full, 175 180 |