« ՆախորդըՇարունակել »
What need a man forestal his date of grief,
'Tis most true,
violence ? But beauty, like the fair Hesperian tree, Laden with blooming gold, had need the guard
Of dragon-watch, with unenchanted eye,
I do not, brother,
you remember not. Sec. Br.
What hidden strength, Unless the strength of Heaven, if you mean that ?
First Br. I mean that, too, but yet a hidden strength, Which, if Heaven gave it, may be termed her own : 'Tis chastity, my brother; chastity :
420 She that has that is clad in complete steel; And, like a quiver'd nymph, with arrows keen, May trace huge forests, and unharbour'd heaths, Infamous hills, and sandy perilous wilds, Where, through the sacred rays of chastity, No savage fierce, bandit, or mountaineer,
Will dare to soil her virgin purity :
believe me yet, or shall I call
The unpolluted temple of the mind,
Sec. Br. How charming is divine philosophy
List! list! I hear 480 Some far-off halloo break the silent air.
Sec. Br. Methought so, too; what should it be? First Br.
For certain, Either some one, like us, night-founder'd here, Or else some neighbour woodman; or, at worst, Some roving robber calling to his fellows.
Sec. Br. Heaven keep my sister. Again! again!
Best draw, and stand upon our guard.
I'll halloo :
Enter the attendant Spirit, habited like a Shepherd. That halloo I should know; what are you ? speak ;490 Come not too near, you fall on iron stakes else. Spir. What voice is that? my young lord ? speak
again. Sec. Br. O brother, 'tis my father's shepherd, sure.
First Br. Thyrsis ? whose artful strains have oft The huddling brook to hear his madrigal, [delay'd And sweeten'd
musk-rose of the dale ? How camest thou here, good swain ? Hath any ram Slipp'd from the fold, or young kid lost his dam, Or straggling wether the pent flock forsook ? How couldst thou find this dark sequester'd nook ? 500
Spir. O, my loved master's heir, and his next joy, I came not here on such a trivial toy As a stray'd ewe, or to pursue the stealth Of pilfering wolf; not all the fleecy wealth That doth enrich these downs is worth a thought To this my errand, and the care it brought. But, O my virgin lady, where is she ? How chance she is not in your company ?
First Br. To tell thee sadly, shepherd, without Or our neglect, we lost her as we came. [blame,
Spir. Ah me unhappy ! then my fears are true. 511 First Br. What fears, good Thyrsis ? Prithee briefly
Spir. I'll tell ye; 'tis not vain or fabulous [show. (Though so esteem'd by shallow ignorance) What the sage poets, taught by the heavenly muse, Storied of old, in high immortal verse, Of dire chimeras, and enchanted isles, And rifted rocks, whose entrance leads to hell; For such there be, but unbelief is blind.