COMUS
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Comus
What chance, good Lady, hath bereft you thus?
Lady
Dim darknes and this leavy Labyrinth.
Comus
Could that divide you from neer-ushering guides?
Lady
They left me weary on a grassie terf.
Comus
By falsehood, or discourtesie, or why?
Lady
To seek i’th vally som cool friendly Spring.
Comus
And left your fair side all unguarded, Lady?
Lady
They were but twain, and purpos’d quick return.
Comus
Perhaps fore-stalling night prevented them.
Lady
How easie my misfortune is to hit!
Comus
Imports their loss, beside the present need?
