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Authors: John Milton,Burton Raffel

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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 extreme shift
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How to regain my severed company

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 leafy labyrinth.

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

LADY. They left me, weary, on a grassy turf.

COMUS. By falsehood, or discourtesy, or why?

LADY. To seek i’ th’ valley some cool friendly spring.

COMUS. And left your fair side all unguarded, lady?

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

COMUS. Perhaps forestalling night prevented them?

LADY. How easy my misfortune is to hit!
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COMUS. Imports
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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,
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their unrazored lips.

COMUS. Two such I saw, what time the labored ox

In his loose traces
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from the furrow came,

And the swinked
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hedger
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at his supper sat.

I saw ’em under a green mantling
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vine

That crawls along the side of yon small hill,

Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots.

Their port
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was more than human, as they stood:

I took it for a fairy vision

Of some gay
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creatures of the element

That in the colors of the rainbow live

And play i’ th’ pleated clouds. I was awe-struck,

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,

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-practiced feet.

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

Dingle
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or bushy dell
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of this wide wood,

And every bosky
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bourn,
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from side to side

My daily walks and ancient neighborhood,

And if your stray attendance
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be yet lodged
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Or shroud
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within these limits, I shall know

Ere morrow wake or the low-roosted lark

From her thatched pallet
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rouse. If otherwise,

I can conduct you, lady, to a low
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But loyal
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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

And courts of princes, where it first was named

And yet is most pretended. In a place

Less warranted
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than this, or less secure,

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

Eye me, blest providence, and square
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my trial

To my proportioned strength!

Shepherd, lead on.—

The two brothers.

BROTHER 1. Unmuffle, ye faint stars, and thou fair moon

That wont’st
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to love the traveller’s benison,
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Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloud

And disinherit chaos, that reigns here

In double night of darkness and of shades!

Or if your influence be quite dammed up

With black, usurping mists, some gentle taper
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Through a rush
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candle from the wicker hole
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Of some clay habitation visit us

With thy long levelled rule of streaming light,

And thou shalt be our star of Arcady
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Or Tyrian
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Cynosure.
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BROTHER 2. Or if our eyes

Be barred that happiness, might we but hear

The folded
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flocks penned in their wattled
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cotes,
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Or sound of pastoral reed
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with oaten
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stops,
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Or whistle from the lodge, or village cock

Count the night watches to his feathery dames,

It would be some solace yet, some little cheering

In this close
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dungeon of innumerous boughs.

But O, that hapless virgin, our lost sister!

Where may she wander now? Whither betake her

From the chill dew, amongst rude burrs and thistles?

Perhaps some cold bank
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is her bolster,
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now,

Or ’gainst the rugged bark of some broad elm

Leans her unpillowed head, fraught
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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?

BROTHER 1. Peace, brother: be not over-exquisite
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To cast
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the fashion
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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,

How bitter is such self-delusion?

I do not think my sister so to seek,
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Or so unprincipled in virtue’s book

And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms
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ever,

As that the single want of light and noise

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

Could stir the constant
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mood of her calm thoughts

And put them into misbecoming
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plight.
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Virtue could see to do what virtue would,

By her own radiant light, though sun and moon

Were in the flat sea sunk. And wisdom’s self

Oft seeks to sweet, retired solitude,

Where with her best nurse, contemplation,
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She plumes
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her feathers and lets grow her wings

That in the various bustle of resort
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Were all too ruffled,
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and sometimes impaired.

He that has light within his own clear breast

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

But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts,

Benighted
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walks under the midday sun—

Himself is his own dungeon.

BROTHER 2. ’Tis most true

That musing meditation most affects
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The pensive secrecy of desert cell,
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Far from the cheerful haunt
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of men and herds,

And sits as safe as in a Senate house—

For who would rob a hermit of his weeds,
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His few books, or his beads,
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or maple dish,

Or do his gray hairs any violence?

But beauty, like the fair Hesperian tree

Laden with blooming gold, had need the guard

Of dragon watch with unenchanted eye,

To save her blossoms and defend her fruit

From the rash hand of bold incontinence.
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You may as well spread out the unsunned heaps

Of miser’s treasure by an outlaw’s den

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:

I fear the dread events that dog them both,

Lest some ill greeting touch attempt
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the person
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Of our unownèd
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sister.

BROTHER 1. I do not, brother,

Infer,
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as if I thought my sister’s state

Secure without all doubt or controversy.

Yet where an equal poise
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of hope and fear

Does arbitrate
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th’ event, my nature is

That I incline to hope rather than fear

And banish, gladly, squint
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suspicion.

My sister is not so defenceless left

As you imagine. She has a hidden strength

Which you remember not.

BROTHER 2. What hidden strength,

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

BROTHER 1. I mean that too, but yet a hidden strength

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

’Tis chastity, my brother, chastity.

She that has that is clad in complete steel,

And like a quivered nymph with arrows keen

May trace
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huge forests and unharbored
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heaths,
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Infamous hills and sandy perilous wilds,

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
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and caverns shagged
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with horrid
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shades,

She may pass on with unblenched
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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 moory
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fen,
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Blue meager hag or stubborn unlaid
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ghost

That breaks his chains at curfew time,

No goblin or swart
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fairy of the mine,
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Has hurtful power o’er true virginity.

Do you believe me yet, or shall I call

Antiquity from the old schools of Greece

To testify the arms
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of chastity?

Hence had the huntress Dian her dread bow,

Fair silver-shafted queen, forever chaste,

Wherewith she tamed the brinded
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lioness

And spotted mountain pard,
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but set at naught

The frivolous bolt
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of Cupid. Gods and men

Feared her stern frown, and she was queen o’ th’ woods.

What was that snaky-headed Gorgon shield

That wise Minerva wore, unconquered virgin,

Wherewith she freezed her foes to congealed stone,

But rigid looks of chaste austerity,

And noble grace that dashed
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brute violence

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