After the heavenly tune,' which none can hear
Of human mould with gross unpurgéd ear;
And yet such music worthiest were to blaze
The peerless highth of her immortal praise,
Whose lustre leads us, and for her most fit,
If my inferior hand or voice could hit
Inimitable sounds; yet as we go,

Whate'er the skill of lesser gods can show,
I will assay, her worth to celebrate,

And so attend ye toward her glittering state;
Where ye may all, that are of noble stem,
Approach, and kiss her sacred vesture's hem.

SONG II.

O'er the smooth enamelled green,
Where no print of step hath been,
Follow me, as I sing,

And touch the warbled string,

Under the shady roof

Of branching elm star-proof.
Follow me,

I will bring you where she sits,
Clad in splendour as befits
Her deity.

Such a rural queen

All Arcadia hath not seen.

SONG III.

Nymphs and shepherds dance no more
By sandy Ladon's lilied banks,

On old Lycæus or Cyllene hoar

Trip no more in twilight ranks,

Though Erymanth your loss deplore,
A better soil shall give ye thanks.

Cf. Merchant of Venice, v.1:—

"There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st,
But in his motion like an angel sings,

Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims;

Such harmony is in immortal sounds!
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay

Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it."

2 The most beautiful river of Arcadia.

Newton.

From the stony Mænalus

Bring your flocks, and live with us;
Here ye shall have greater grace,
To serve the lady of this place;

Though Syrinx your Pan's mistress were,
Yet Syrinx well might wait on her.
Such a rural queen

All Arcadia hath not seen.

XVI.

Comus.

A MASK, PRESENTED AT LUDLOW CASTLE, 1634, BEFORE THE EARL OF BRIDGEWATER, THEN PRESIDENT OF WALES.

The Mask was presented in 1634, and consequently in the twentysixth year of our author's age. In the title-page of the first edition, printed in 1637, it is said that it was presented on Michaelmas night, and there was this motto:

"Eheu quid volui misero mihi! floribus austrum
Perditus."

In this edition, and in that of Milton's poems in 1645, there was prefixed to the Mask the following dedication :

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LORD JOHN VISCOUNT BRACKLY, SON AND HEIR APPARENT TO THE EARL OF BRIDGEWATER, &c.

MY LORD,-This poem, which received its first occasion of birth from yourself and others of your noble family, and much honour from your own person in the performance, now returns again to make a final dedication of itself to you. Although not openly acknowledged by the author, yet it is a legitimate offspring, so lovely, and so much desired, that the often copying of it hath tired my pen to give my several friends satisfaction, and brought me to a necessity of producing it to the public view; and now to offer it up in all rightful devotion to those fair hopes, and

rare endowments of your much promising youth, which give a full assurance, to all that know you, of a future excellence. Live, sweet lord, to be the honour of your name, and receive this as your own, from the hands of him, who hath by many favours been long obliged to your most honoured parents, and as in this representation your attendant Thyrsis, so now in all real expression

Your faithful and most
humble servant,

H. LAWES.

[In the edition of 1645 was also prefixed Sir Henry Wotton's letter to the author upon the following roem.]

THE PERSONS.

THE ATTENDANT SPIRIT, afterwards

in the habit of THYRSIS.

COмUS, with his crew.

THE LADY.

FIRST BROTHER.

SECOND BROTHER.

SABRINA, the Nymph.

The Chief Persons who presented were—

THE LORD BRACKLY.

MR. THOMAS EGERTON, his Brother.
THE LADY ALICE EGERTON

[The first scene discovers a wild wood. The ATTENDANT SPIT descends or enters.]

ATTENDANT SPIRIT.

BEFORE the starry threshold of Jove's court
My mansion is, where those immortal shapes
Of bright aërial spirits live insphered

In regions mild of calm and serene air,
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot,

Which men call Earth; and with low-thoughted care
Confined, and pestered in this pinfold here,

Strive to keep up a frail and feverish being,
Unmindful of the crown that virtue gives,
After this mortal change to her true servants,
Amongst the enthroned gods on sainted seats.
Yet some there be, that by due steps aspire
To lay their just hands on that golden key,
That opes the palace of eternity:

To such my errand is; and but for such,
I would not soil these pure ambrosial weeds
With the rank vapours of this sin-worn mould.
But to my task. Neptune, besides the sway
Of every salt flood, and each ebbing stream,
Took in by lot 'twixt high and nether Jove
Imperial rule of all the sea-girt isles,
That, like to rich and various gems,3 inlay
The unadornéd bosom of the deep :
Which he, to grace his tributary gods,
By course commits to several government,

And gives them leave to wear their sapphire crowns,
And wield their little tridents; but this isle,
The greatest and the best of all the main,
He quarters to his blue-haired deities;
And all this tract that fronts the falling sun
A noble peer of mickle trust and power
Has in his charge, with tempered awe to guide
An old and haughty nation, proud in arms:
Where his fair offspring nursed in princely lore,
Are coming to attend their father's state,
And new-entrusted sceptre; but their way
Lies through the pérplexed paths of this drear wood,
The nodding horror of whose shady brows
Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger;
And here their tender age might suffer peril,
But that by quick command from sovran Jove

1 The stress is upon this fact; for, though it may not be a fault in itself to

Strive to keep up a frail and feverish being,"

yet it certainly is to strive to keep it up " unmindful," &c.-Newton. 2 Of St. Peter. Cf. Lycidas, ver. 110.

3 Cf. Richard II. act ii. sc. 1, where John of Gaunt speaks of England as

"this little world,

This precious stone set in the silver sea."