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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Elizabethan Verse.  1907.
Pan’s Sentinel
By John Fletcher (1579–1625)
From “The Faithful Shepherdess,” Act III. Scene 1

NOW, whilst the moon doth rule the sky
And the stars whose feeble light
Give a pale shadow to the night,
Are up, great Pan commanded me
To walk this grove about, whilst he        5
In a corner of the wood,
Where never mortal foot hath stood,
Keeps dancing, music, and a feast,
To entertain a lovely guest:
Where he gives her many a rose,        10
Sweeter than the breath that blows
The leaves, grapes, berries of the best;
I never saw so great a feast.
But, to my charge. Here must I stay,
To see what mortals lose their way,        15
And by a false fire, seeming bright,
Train them in and leave them right.
Then must I watch if any be
Forcing of a chastity;
If I find it, then in haste        20
Give my wreathèd horn a blast
And the fairies all will run,
Wildly dancing by the moon,
And will pinch him to the bone,
Till his lustful thoughts be gone.        25
Back again about this ground;
Sure I hear a mortal sound.—
I bind thee by this powerful spell,
By the waters of this well,
By the glimmering moon-beams bright,        30
Speak again, thou mortal wight!
Here the foolish mortal lies,
Sleeping on the ground.  Arise!
The poor wight is almost dead;
On the ground his wounds have bled,        35
And his clothes fouled with his blood:
To my goddess in the wood
Will I lead him, whose hands pure
Will help this mortal wight to cure.

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