And her fon that rules the ftrands,

By Thetis tinfel-flipper'd feet,

And the fongs of Sirens fweet,

By dead Parthenope's dear tomb,
And fair Ligea's golden comb,

Wherewith fhe fits on diamond rocks,

Sleeking her foft alluring locks,

By all the nymphs that nightly dance
Upon thy ftreams with wily glance,

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Rise, rise, and heave thy rofy head
From thy coral-paven bed,

And bridle in thy headlong wave,

Till thou our fummons answered have.

Liften and fave.

Sabrina rifes, attended by water-nymphs, and fings.

By the rushy-fringed bank,

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Where grows

the willow and the ofier dank,

My fliding chariot flays,

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
O'er the cowflips velvet head,
That bends not as I tread;
Gentle Swain, at thy request
I am here.

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Spir. Goddefs 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

To help infnared chastity:

Brightest Lady, look on me;

fountain pure

Thus I sprinkle on thy breast
Drops that from my fountain
I have kept of precious cure,
Thrice upon thy fingers tip,

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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

Summer drouth, or finged air
Never fcorch thy treffes fair,
Nor wet October's torrent flood
Thy molten cryftal fill with mud;
May thy billows roll afhore

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The beryl, and the golden ore;

May thy lofty head be crown'd

With many a tow'r and terras round,
And here and there thy banks upon

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With groves

of myrrhe, and cinnamon.

Come, Lady, while Heav'n lends us grace, Let us fly this curfed place,

Left the forcerer us entice

With fome other new device.
Not a waste, or needlefs found,
Till we come to holier ground;
I fhall be your faithful guide
Through this gloomy covert wide,
And not many furlongs thence
Is your Father's refidence,
Where this night are met in state
Many a friend to gratulate
His wifh'd prefence, and beside
All the fwains that near abide,

With jigs, and rural dance refort;

We fhall catch them at their sport,
And our sudden coming there

Will double all their mirth and chear;

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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.

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.

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This fecond Song prefents them to their Father and Mother.

Noble Lord, and Lady bright,

I have brought ye new delight,
Here behold fo goodly grown

'Three fair branches of your own;

Heav'n hath timely try'd their youth,

Their faith, their patience, and their truth,
And fent them here through hard affays

With a crown of deathless praise,
To triumph in victorious dance
O'er fenfual folly, and intemperance.

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985 The

The dances ended, the Spirit epiloguizes.

Spir. To the ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that lie Where day never shuts his eye,

Up in the broad fields of the sky:
There I fuck the liquid air

All amidst the gardens fair

Of Hesperus, and his daughters three
That fing about the golden tree:

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Along the crisped fhades and bowers

Revels the spruce and jocond Spring,

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The Graces, and the rofy-bofom'd Hours,
Thither all their bounties bring:

And drenches with Elysian dew
(Lift mortals, if your ears be true)
Beds of hyacinth and roses,
Where young Adonis oft reposes,
Waxing well of his deep wound
In flumber soft, and on the ground

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