COMUS
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Enter the Two Brothers
Elder Brother
Unmuffie, ye faint stars; and thou, fair Moon,
That wontst to love the travailers benizon,
Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloud,
And disinherit Chaos, that raigns here
In double night of darknes, and of shades;
Or, if your influence be quite damm’d up
With black usurping mists, som gentle taper,
Though a rush Candle from the wicker hole
Of som clay habitation, visit us
With thy long levell’d rule of streaming light,
And thou shalt be our star of Arcady,
Or Tyrian Cynosure.
That wontst to love the travailers benizon,
Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloud,
And disinherit Chaos, that raigns here
In double night of darknes, and of shades;
Or, if your influence be quite damm’d up
With black usurping mists, som gentle taper,
Though a rush Candle from the wicker hole
Of som clay habitation, visit us
With thy long levell’d rule of streaming light,
And thou shalt be our star of Arcady,
Or Tyrian Cynosure.
Second Brother
Or, if our eyes
Be barr’d that happines, might we but hear
The folded flocks, pen’d in their watled cotes,
Be barr’d that happines, might we but hear
The folded flocks, pen’d in their watled cotes,
