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, Wherewith fhe fits on diamond rocks, Sleeking her foft alluring locks, By all the nymphs that nightly dance 895 Rise, rise, and heave thy rofy head 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, 900 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, Whilft from off the waters fleet Thus I fet my printless feet 905 910 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 915 920 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 940 The beryl, and the golden ore; May thy lofty head be crown'd With many a tow'r and terras round, 945 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. With jigs, and rural dance refort; We fhall catch them at their sport, Will double all their mirth and chear; 950 955 960 965 Come Come let us hafte, the ftars grow high, 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. 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, Their faith, their patience, and their truth, With a crown of deathless praise, 980 985 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: All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three 990 Along the crisped fhades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocond Spring, 995 The Graces, and the rofy-bofom'd Hours, And drenches with Elysian dew ΙΟΙΟ Sadly |