And her son that rules the strands, By all the nymphs that nightly dance And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answer'd have. Listen, and save! 880 885 Sabrina rises, attended by Water-Nymphs, and sings. By the rushy-fringed bank, 890 Where grows the willow, and the osier dank, Thus I sprinkle on thy breast Drops, that from my fountain pure I have kept, of precious cure; Thrice upon thy rubied lip: Next this marble venom'd seat, Smear'd with gums of glutinous beat, I touch with chaste palms moist and cold: Now the spell hath lost his hold; And I must haste, ere morning hour, 915 920 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, 925 930 The beryl, and the golden ore; May thy lofty head be crown'd With many a tow'r and terrace round, 935 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, 940 Lest the sorcerer us entice 945 His wish'd presence, and beside Will double all their mirth and cheer; 950 955 The scene changes, presenting Ludlow town and the President's castle; then come in country dancers, af ter them the Attendant Spirit, with the two Brothers and the Lady. SONG. Spir. Back, shepherds, back; enough your play, Till next sunshine holiday: Here be, without duck or nod, Other trippings to be trod Of lighter toes, and such court guise As Mereury did first devise, With the mincing Dryades On the lawns and on the leas. 960 965 Their faith, their patience, and their truth, And sent them here through hard assays 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 970 075 Where day never shuts his eye, All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three 980 985 The Graces, and the rosy-bosom'd Hours, Waters the odorous banks, that blow Till free consent the Gods among 1010 But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run, Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend; 2015 To the corners of the moon. |