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COMUS
Lady
No less then if I should my brothers loose.
Comus
Were they of manly prime, or youthful bloom?
Lady
As smooth as Hebe’s their unrazor’d lips.
Comus
Two such I saw, what time the labour’d Oxe
In his loose traces from the furrow came,
And the swink’t hedger at his Supper sate;
I saw them under a green mantling vine,
That crawls along the side of yon small hill,
Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots;
Their port was more then human, as they stood;
I took it for a faery vision
Of som gay creatures of the element,
That in the colours of the Rainbow live,
And play i’th plighted clouds. I was aw-strook,
And, as I past, I worshipt; if those you seek,
It were a journey like the path to Heav’n
To help you find them.
In his loose traces from the furrow came,
And the swink’t hedger at his Supper sate;
I saw them under a green mantling vine,
That crawls along the side of yon small hill,
Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots;
Their port was more then human, as they stood;
I took it for a faery vision
Of som gay creatures of the element,
That in the colours of the Rainbow live,
And play i’th plighted clouds. I was aw-strook,
And, as I past, I worshipt; if those you seek,
It were a journey like the path to Heav’n
To help you find them.
Lady
Gentle villager,
