Spirit. To find out you. But where is your lovely sister? Why is she not with you?
Elder Brother. Without our fault we lost her as we came.
Spirit. Alas, then my fears are true!
Elder Brother. What fears, good Thyrsis?
Spirit. I have long known that this wood was held in the power of an evil spirit, and this evening as I sat me down upon a bank I heard most lovely strains as if an angel sang. Listening, I knew it was your sister's voice. I hastened to her and heard her tell Comus of you whom she had lost. To you I came that we may save her from the evil spirit of the wood.
Elder Brother. Let us hasten to attack him with our swords.
Spirit. Alas! Your bravery I praise, but it is vain. The evil charm of Comus can be broken only by a wondrous plant. See, I have it here. With this will we overcome his fairy spells.
Elder Brother. Thyrsis, lead on! And some good angel bear a shield before us!
Scene III.—The Palace of Comus
Comus. Drink, Lady, of the wine. You are faint and weary, and this will refresh you. Do not refuse!