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COMUS
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These my skie robes, spun out of Iris Wooff,
And take the Weeds and likenes of a Swain
That to the service of this house belongs;
Who with his soft Pipe, and smooth-dittied Song,
Well knows to still the wilde winds when they roar,
And hush the waving Woods; nor of lesse faith,
And in this office of his Mountain watch
Likeliest, and neerest to the present ayd
Of this occasion. But I hear the tread
Of hatefull steps; I must be viewles now.
[Exit.
And take the Weeds and likenes of a Swain
That to the service of this house belongs;
Who with his soft Pipe, and smooth-dittied Song,
Well knows to still the wilde winds when they roar,
And hush the waving Woods; nor of lesse faith,
And in this office of his Mountain watch
Likeliest, and neerest to the present ayd
Of this occasion. But I hear the tread
Of hatefull steps; I must be viewles now.
[Exit.
