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 ''Eld. Bro. Thyris'' lead on apace Ile follow thee, And ome good angell beare a heild before us.


 * The Scene Changes to a tately palace et out with all
 * manner of delicionnee, oft muicke, tables pred
 * with all dainties. Comus appeares with his rabble,
 * and the Ladie et in an inchanted chaire to whom he
 * offers his glae, which he puts by, and goes about
 *  to rie.


 * Comus. Nay Ladie it; if I but wave this wand,

Your nervs are all chain'd up in alablater, And you a tatue; or as Daphne was Rootbound that fled Apollo.
 * La. Foole doe not boat,

Thou cant not touch the freedome of my mind Withall thy charms, although this corporall rind Thou hat immanacl'd, while heav'n ees good.
 * Co. Why are you vext Ladie, why doe you frowne;

Here dwell no frowns, nor anger, from thee gates Sorrow flies farre: ee here be all the pleaurs That fancie can beget on youthfull thoughts When the freh blood grows lively, and returns Brisk as the April buds in primroe eaon. And firt behold this cordial julep here That flames, and dances in his crytall bounds With pirits of balme, and fragrant yrops mixt. Not that Nepenthes which the wife of Thone In Ægypt gave to Iove borne Helena Is of uch power to tirre up joy as this, To life o friendly, or o coole to thirt. Why hould you be o cruelle to your elfe, And