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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	earl_n	son_n	viscount_n	13,692	5	11.9398	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07555	A maske presented at Ludlow Castle, 1634 on Michaelmasse night, before the Right Honorable, Iohn Earle of Bridgewater, Vicount Brackly, Lord Præsident of Wales, and one of His Maiesties most honorable Privie Counsell.; Comus	Milton, John, 1608-1674.; Lawes, Henry, 1596-1662.	1637 (1637)	STC 17937; ESTC S121854	16,176	40

A MASKE PRESENTED At Ludlow Castle 1634 On Michaelmasse night before the RIGHT HONORABLE IOHN Earle of Bridgewater Vicount BRACKLY Lord Praesident of WALES And one of His MAIESTIES most honorable Privie Counsell Eheu quid volui misero mihi floribus austrum Perditus LONDON Printed for HVMPHREY ROBINSON at the sign of the Three Pidgeons in Pauls Church-yard 1637 TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE IOHN Lord Vicount BRACLY Son and heire apparent to the Earle of Bridgewater c. MY LORD THis Poem which receiv'd its first occasion of birth from your selfe and others of your noble familie and much honour from your own Person in the performance now returns againe to make a finall dedication of it selfe to you Although not openly acknowledg'd by the Author yet it is a legitimate off-spring so lovely and so much desired that the often copying of it hath tir'd my pen to give my severall friends satisfaction and brought me to a necessitie of producing it to the publick view and now to offer it up in all rightfull devotion to those faire hopes and rare Endowments of your much-promising Youth which give a full assurance to all that know you of a future excellence Live sweet Lord to be the houour of your Name and receive this as your owne from the hands of him who hath by many favours beene long oblig'd to your most honour'd Parents and as in this repraesentation your attendant Thyrsis so now in all reall expression Your faithfull and most humble Servant H. LAVVES A MASKE PERFORMED BEFORE the praesident of WALES at Ludlow 1634 The first Scene discovers a wild wood The attendant Spirit descends or enters BEfore the starrie threshold of Ioves Court My mansion is where those immortall shapes Of bright aëreall Spirits live insphear'd In Regions mild of calme and serene aire Above the smoake and stirre of this dim spot Which men call Earth and with low-thoughted care Confin'd and pester'd in this pin-fold here Strive to keepe up a fraile and feaverish being Vnmindfull of the crowne that Vertue gives After this mortall change to her true Servants Amongst the enthron'd gods on Sainted seats Yet some there be that by due steps aspire To lay their just hands on that golden key That ope's the palace of Aeternity To such my errand is and but for such I would not soile these pure ambrosial weeds With the ranck vapours of this Sin-worne mould But to my task Neptune besides the sway Of every salt Flood and each ebbing Streame Tooke in my lot 'twixt high and neather love Imperial rule of all the Sea-girt Iles That like to rich and various gemms inlay The unadorned bosome of the Deepe Which he to grace his tributarie gods By course commits to severall government And gives them leave to weare their Saphire crowns And weild their little tridents but this I le The greatest and the best of all the maine He quarters to his blu-hair'd deities And all this tract that fronts the falling Sun A noble Peere of mickle trust and power Has in his charge with temper'd awe to guide An old and haughtie Nation proud in Armes Where his faire off-spring nurs't in Princely lore Are comming to attend their Fathers state And new-entrusted Scepter but their way Lies through the perplex't paths of this dreare wood The nodding horror of whose shadie brows Threats the forlorne and wandring Passinger And here their tender age might suffer perill But that by quick command from Soveraigne Iove I was dispacht for their defence and guard And listen why for I will tell yee now What never yet was heard in Tale or Song From old or moderne Bard in hall or bowre Bacchus that first from out the purple Grape Crush't the sweet poyson of mis-used Wine After the Tuscan Mariners transform'd Coasting the Tyrrhenic shore as the winds listed On Circes Iland fell who knowes not Circe The daughter of the Sun whose charmed Cup Whoever tasted lost his upright shape And downward fell into a grovling Swine This Nymph that gaz'd upon his clustring locks With Ivie berries wreath'd and his blith youth Had by him ere he parted thence a Son Much like his Father but his Mother more Whom therefore she brought up and Comus nam'd Who ripe and frolick of his full growne age Roaving the Celtick and Iberian fields At last betakes him to this ominous wood And in thick shelter of black shades imbowr'd Excells his Mother at her mightie Art Offring to every wearie Travailer His orient liquor in a Chrystall glasse To quench the drouth of Phoebus which as they tast For most doe tast through fond intemperate thirst Soone as the Potion works their humane count'nance Th' expresse resemblance of the gods is chang'd Into some brutish forme of Wolfe or Beare Or Ounce or Tiger Hog or bearded Goat All other parts remaining as they were And they so perfect in their miserie Not once perceive their foule disfigurement But boast themselves more comely then before And all their friends and native home forget To roule with pleasure in a sensuall stie Therefore when any favour'd of high Iove Chances to passe through this adventrous glade Swift as the Sparkle of a glancing Starre I shoote from heav'n to giue him safe convoy As now I doe but first I must put off These my skie robes spun out of Iris wooffe And take the weeds and likenesse of a Swaine That to the service of this house belongs Who with his soft Pipe and smooth-dittied Song Well knows to still the wild winds when they roare And hush the waving woods nor of lesse faith And in this office of his Mountaine watch Likeliest and neerest to the present aide Of this occasion But I heare the tread Of hatefull steps I must be viewlesse now Comus enters with a Charming rod in one hand his Glasse in the other with him a rout of Monsters headed like sundry sorts of wilde Beasts but otherwise like Men and Women their appareil glistring they come in making a riotous and vnruly noise with Torches in their hands Comus The starre that bids the Shepheard fold Now the top of heav'n doth hold And the gilded Carre of Day His glowing Axle doth allay In the steepe Atlantik streame And the slope Sun his upward beame Shoots against the duskie Pole Pacing toward the other gole Of his Chamber in the East Meane while welcome Joy and Feast Midnight shout and revelrie Tipsie dance and Jollitie Braid your Locks with rosie Twine Dropping odours dropping Wine Rigor now is gone to bed And Advice with scrupulous head Strict Age and sowre Severitie With their graue Sawes in slumber lie We that are of purer fire Immitate the starrie quire Who in their nightly watchfull Spheares Lead in swift round the Months and Yeares The Sounds and Seas with all their finnie drove Now to the Moone in wavering Morrice move And on the tawny sands and shelves Trip the pert Fairies and the dapper Elves By dimpled Brooke and Fountaine brim The Wood-nymphs deckt with