And her fon that rules the strands, By Thetis tinfel-flipper'd feet, And the fongs of Sirens fweet, 895 Rise, rise, and heave thy rofy head And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our fummons answer'd have. Liften and fave. Sabrina rifes, attended by water-nymphs, and fings. By the rushy-fringed bank, Where grows the willow and the ofier dank, My fliding chariot stays, Thick fet with agat, and the azurn sheen Of turkis blue, and emrald green, That in the channel ftrays; Whilft from off the waters fleet Thus I fet my printless feet 900 905 Spir. Goddess dear, We implore thy pow'rful hand To undo the charmed band Of true virgin here distrest, Through the force, and through the wile Of unbleft inchanter vile. Sab. Shepherd, 'tis my office best 915 To help infnared chastity: Brightest Lady, look on me; Thus I fprinkle on thy breast Drops that from my fountain pure I have kept of precious cure, Smear'd with gums of glutenous heat, I touch with chaste palms moist and cold: Now the spell hath lost his hold; And I must hafte ere morning hour. To wait in Amphitrite's bow'r. Sabrina defcends, and the Lady rifes out of her feat. Spir. Virgin, daughter of Locrine Sprung of old Anchises line, May thy brimmed waves for this 920 925 930 Come, Lady, while Heav'n lends us grace, Let us fly this cursed place, 950 Left the forcerer us entice With fome other new device. Will double all their mirth and chear; 955. 960 965 Come Come let us hafte, the ftars grow high, But night fits monarch yet in the mid fky. The Scene changes, prefenting Ludlow town and the Prefident's caftle; then come in country dancers, after them the attendent Spirit, with the two Brothers and the Lady. SONG. Spir. Back, Shepherds, back, enough your play, Till next fun-fhine holiday; Here be without duck or nod Other trippings to be trod Of lighter toes, and fuch court guise As Mercury did first devise With the mincing Dryades On the lawns, and on the leas. 970 975 This fecond Song prefents them to their Father and Mother. Noble Lord, and Lady bright, I have brought ye new delight, Three fair branches of your own; Heav'n hath timely try'd their youth, 980 Their faith, their patience, and their truth, And sent them here through hard assays With a crown of deathless praise, 985 The The dances ended, the Spirit epiloguizes. · Spir. To the ocean now I fly, Up in the broad fields of the sky: 990 All amidst the gardens fair Of Hefperus, and his daughters three Along the crisped shades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocond Spring, 995 The Graces, and the rosy-bosom'd Hours, Where young Adonis oft reposes, Waxing well of his deep wound In flumber foft, and on the ground ΙΟΙΟ Sadly |