And settlings of a melancholy blood: But this will cure all straight: one sip of this Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight Beyond the bliss of dreams. Be wise, and taste. The BROTHERS rush in with swords drawn, wrest his glass out of his hand, and break it against the ground: his rout make sign of resistance, but are all driven in. The ATTENDANT SPIRIT comes in.] SPIRIT. What, have you let the false enchanter 'scape? Oh! ye mistook, ye should have snatched his wand, And bound him fast; without his rod reversed, And backward mutters of dissevering power, We cannot free the lady that sits here In stony fetters fixed, and motionless : Yet stay, be not disturbed; now I bethink me, There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, Whilome she was the daughter of Locrine,4 That had the sceptre from his father Brute. That stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course. The water nymphs that in the bottom played, Who, piteous of our woes, reared her lank head, And through the porch and inlet of each sense Which she with precious vialed liquors heals ; Carol her goodness loud in rustic lays, And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream, Of pansies, pinks, and gaudy daffodils. And, as the old swain said, she can unlock The clasping charm, and thaw the numbing spell, If she be right invoked in warbled song ; For maidenhood she loves, and will be swift |