By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answer'd have. Listen and save. SABRINA rises, attended by Water-Nymphs, and sings. By the rushy-fringed bank, Where grows the willow, and the osier dank, My sliding chariot stays, 'Thick set with agate, and the azure sheen Of turkis blue, and emerald green, That in the channel strays; Whilst from off the waters fleet Thus I set my printless feet Gentle swain, at thy request We implore thy powerful hand To undo the charmed band Of true virgin here distress'd, Through the force, and through the wile, Of unbless'd enchanter vile. Sabr. Shepherd, 'tis my office best To help insnared chastity: Brightest lady, look on me; Thus I sprinkle on thy breast I have kept, of precious cure; Smear'd with gums of glutinous heat, I touch with chaste palms moist and cold: Now the spell hath lost his hold; And I must haste ere morning hour To wait in Amphitrite's bow'r. SABRINA descends, and the Lady rises out of her seat. Spir. Virgin, daughter of Locrine Sprung of old Anchises' line, May thy brimmed waves for this From a thousand petty rills, With groves of myrrh and cinnamon. Come, lady, while Heav'n lends us grace, With some other new device. Not a waste or needless sound, Where this night are met in state Will double all their mirth and cheer; The Scene changes, presenting Ludlow Town and the President's Castle; then come in country dancers, after them the Attendant Spirit, with the two Brothers, and the Lady. SONG. Spir. Back, shepherds, back; enough your play. Till next sun shine holiday: Here be without duck or nod Other trippings to be trod Of lighter toes, and such court guise As Mercury did first devise, With the mincing Dryades, On the lawns and on the leas. This second Song presents them to their father and mother. Noble lord, and lady bright, To triumph in victorious dance O'er sensual Folly and Intemperance. The dances being 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 suck the liquid air |