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By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look,
And the Carpathian wizzard's hook,
By scaly Triton's winding shell,
And old soothsaying Glaucus' spell,
By Leucothea's lovely hands,
And her son that rules the strands,
By Thetis' tinsel-slipper'd feet,
And the songs of Sirens sweet,
By dead Parthenope's dear tomb,
And far Ligea's golden comb,
Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks,
Sleeking her soft alluring locks;
By all the nymphs that nightly dance
Upon thy streams with wily glance,
Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head
From thy coral-paven bed,

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
O'er the cowslip's velvet head,
That bends not as I tread;

Gentle swain, at thy request

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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
Drops, that from my fountain pure

I have kept, of precious cure;
Thrice upon thy finger's tip,
Thrice upon thy rubied lip:
Next this marble venom'd seat,

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
Their full tribute never miss

From a thousand petty rills,
That tumble down the snowy hills:
Summer drought, or singed air,
Never scorch thy tresses fair,
Nor wet October's torrent flood
Thy molten crystal fill with mud;
May thy billows roll ashore
The beryl and the golden ore;
May thy lofty head be crown'd
With many a tower and terrace round,
And here and there thy banks upon

With groves of myrrh and cinnamon.

Come, lady, while Heav'n lends us grace,
Let us fly this cursed place,
Lest the sorcerer us entice

With some other new device.

Not a waste or needless sound,
Till we come to holier ground:
I shall be your faithful guide
Through this gloomy covert wide,
And not many furlongs thence
Is your father's residence,

Where this night are met in state
Many a friend to gratulate
His wish'd presence, and beside
All the swains, that there abide,
With jigs and rural dance resort;
We shall catch them at their sport,
And our sudden coming there

Will double all their mirth and cheer;
Come, let us haste, the stars grow high,
But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky.

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,
I have brought ye new delight,
Here behold so goodly grown
Three fair branches of your own;
Heav'n hath timely try'd their youth,
Their faith, their patience, and their truth,
And sent them here through hard essays
With a crown of deathless praise,

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

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