Comus (The Masque at Ludlow Castle) · chunk 14 of 15
Milton, John · published 1637 · first performed or written 1634 [Sep 29] (Annals) pastoral; masque unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 468 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
Sabrina fair Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair, Listen for dear honour's sake Goddess of the silver lake Listen and save. Listen and appear to us In name of great Oceanus, By th' earth shaking Neptun's mace And Tethys' grave majestic pace, By hoary Nereus wrincled look, And the Carpathian wizard's hook, By scaly winding shell. And old sooth saying Claucus' spell, By Leucothea's lovely hands, And her son that rules the strands, By Thetis' tinsel-slipper feet; And the songs of Sirens sweet, By dead Parthenope's dear tomb, And fair Ligea's golden comb, Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks Sleeking her soft alluring locks, By all the Nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy streams with wily glance, Rise, rise and heave thy rosy head From thy coral-paven bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave Till thou our summons answered have. Listen and save. Sabrina rises attended by water nymphs and sings. By the rushy fringed bank, Where grows the willow and the osier dank My sliding chariot stays, Thick set with agate, and the azure sheen Of turquis blue, and emerald green That in the channel strays, Whilst from off the water's fleet Thus I set my printless feet o'er the cowslips velvet head, That bends not as I tread, Gentle swain at thy request I am here. Goddess dear we implore thy powerful hand To undo the charmed band Of true virgin here distressed, Through the force, and through the wile Of unblessed enchanter vile. Shepherd 'tis my office best To help ensnared chastity; Brightest Lady look on me, Thus I sprinkle on thy breast Drops that from my fountain pure I have kept of precious cure, Thrice upon thy finger's tip, Thrice upon thy rubied lip, Next this marble venomed seat Smeared with gums of glutenous heat I touch with chaste palms moist and cold, Now the spell hath lost his hold. And I must haste ere morning hour To wait in Amphitrite's bower. Virgin, daughter of Locrine Sprung of old Anchises line May thy brimmed waves for this Their full tribute never miss From a thousand petty rills, That tumble down the snowy hills: Summer drought, or singed air Never scorch thy tresses fair, Nor wet October's torrent flood Thy molten crystal fill with mud, May thy billows roll ashore The beryl, and the golden ore, May thy lofty head be crowned With many a tower, and terrace round, And here and there thy banks upon With groves of myrrh, and cinnamon. Come Lady while heaven lends us grace, Let us fly this cursed place, Lest the sorcerer us entice With some other new device. Not a waste, or needless sound Till we come to holier ground,
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Sabrina faire Listen where thou art sitting Vnder the glassie, coole, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lillies knitting The loose traine of thy amber-dropping haire, Listen for deare honours sake Goddesse of the silver lake Listen and save. Listen and appeare to us In name of great Oceaus, By th earth shang Neptun's mace And Tethys grave majesticke pace, By hoarie Nreus wrincled looke, And the Carpath wisards hooke, By wining shell. And old sooth saying Clau spell, By Leucothea's lovely hands, And her son that rules the strands, By Thetis nsel-slipper feet; And the songs of Sirens sweet, By dead Parthenope's deare tomb, And faire Ligea's golden comb, Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks Sleeking her soft alluring locks, By all the Nymphs that nightly dance Vpon thy streams with wlie glance, Rise, rise and heave thy rosie head From thy coral-paven bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave Till thou our summons answerd have. Listen and save. Sabrina rises attended by water Nimphes and sings. By the rushie fringed banke, Where growes the willow and the osier dancke My sliding chariot stayes, Thicke set with agat, and the azurne sheen Of turkkis blew, and rould greene That in the channell strayes, Whilst from off the waters fleet Thus I set my printlesse feet Ore the cowslips velvet head, That bends not as I tread, Gentle swaine at thy request I am here. Goddesse deare Wee implore thy powerfull hand To undoe the charmd band Of true virgin here distrest, Through the force, and through the wile Of unblest inchanter vile. Shepheard tis my office best To helpe insnared chastitie; Brightest Ladie looke on me, Thus I sprinckle on thy brest Drops that from my fountaine pure I have kept of precious cure, Thrice upon thy fingers tip, Thrice upon thy rubied lip, Next this marble venom'd seate Smear'd with gummes of glutenous heate I touch with chast palmes moist and cold, Now the spell hath lost his hold. And I must hast ere morning houre To waite in Amphitrite's bowre. Virgin, daughter of Locrine Sprung of old Anchises line May thy brimmed waves for this Their full tribute never misse From a thousand pettie rills, That tumble downe the snowie hills: Summer drouth, or singed aire Never scorch thy tresses faire, Nor wet Octobers torrent flood Thy molten crystall fill with mudde, May thy billowes rowle a shoare The beryll, and the golden ore, May thy loftie head be crown'd With many a tower, and terrasse round, And here and there thy banks upon With groves of myrrhe, and cinnamon. Come Ladie while heaven lends us grace, Let us fly this cursed place, Lest the sorcerer us intice With some other new device. Not a wast, or needlesse sound Till we come to holyer ground,