COMUS
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Comus appears with his rabble, and the Lady set in an inchanted Chair: to whom he offers his Glass, which she puts by, and goes about to rise.
Comus
Nay, Lady, sit. If I wave this wand,
Your nerves are all chain’d up in Alablaster,
And you a statue; or as Daphne was,
Root-bound, that fled Apollo.
Your nerves are all chain’d up in Alablaster,
And you a statue; or as Daphne was,
Root-bound, that fled Apollo.
Lady
Fool, do not boast;
Thou canst not touch the freedom of my minde
With all thy charms, although this corporal rinde
Thou haste immanacl’d, while Heav’n sees good.
Thou canst not touch the freedom of my minde
With all thy charms, although this corporal rinde
Thou haste immanacl’d, while Heav’n sees good.
Comus
Why are you vext, Lady? why do you frown?
Here dwell no frowns, nor anger; from these gates
Sorrow flies farr. See, here be all the pleasures
That fancy 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
Here dwell no frowns, nor anger; from these gates
Sorrow flies farr. See, here be all the pleasures
That fancy 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
