614 C 0 M U S. Run to your Ihrouds, within thefe brakes and trees Our number may affright : Some virgin fure (For fo I can diftinguifh by mine art) BeniAted in thefe woods. Now to my charms, iso And to my wily trains ; I (hall ere long lie well-ftock'd with as fair a herd as graz'd About my mother Circe. Thus I hurl My dazzling fpells into the fpungy air, Of pow'r to cheat the eye with blear illufion, 155 And give it falfe prefentment, left the place And my quaint habits breed aftoniftiment, And put the damfel to fufpicious flight, Which muff not be, for that's against my courfe ; I under fair pretence of friendly ends, 16o And well plac'd words of glozing courtefy Baited with reafons not unplaufible, Wind me into the eafy-hearted man, And hug him into fnares. When once her eye Hath met the virtue of this magic dud, 165 1 (hall appear fame harmlefs Whom thrift keeps up about his country gear. But here fhe comes, I fairly ftep afide, And hearkens if I may, her buiinefs here. The LADY enters. This way the noife was, if mine ear be true, fio My belt guide now ; methought it was the found Of riot and ill manag'd merriment, Such as the jocond flute, or gamefome pipe Stirs up among the loofe unletter'd hinds, When for their teeming flocks, and granges full, 175 In wanton dance they praife the bounteous Pan, And thank the Gods amifs. I fhould be loath To meet the rudenefs, and fwill'd infolence Of Wen late waffailers yet 0 where elfe Shall
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