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For maidenhood fhe loves, and will be fwift
To aid a virgin, fuch as was herfelf,
In hard-befetting need; this will I try,
And add the power of fome adjuring verfe,

Sabrina fair,

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Liften where thou art fitting

Under the glaffy, cool, translucent wave,
In twisted braids of lillies knitting
The loofe train of thy amber-dropping hair;
Liften for dear honour's fake,
Goddess of the filver lake,
Liften and fave.

Liften and appear to us,
In name of great Oceanus,

By the earth-fhaking Neptune's mace,
And Tethys grave majestic pace,
By hoary Nereus wrinkled look,
And the Carpathian wifard's hook,
By fcaly Triton's winding fhell,
And old footh-faying Glaucus fpell,
By Leucothea's lovely hands,
And her fon that rules the strands,
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 the fits on diamond rocks,
Sleeking her foft alluring locks,
By all the nymphs that nightly dance
Upon thy ftreams with wily glance,
Rife, rife, and heave thy rofy head
From thy coral-paven bed,

And bridle in thy headlong wave,
Till thou our fummons anfwer'd have.

Liften and fave.

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

By the rafby-fringed bank,

Where grows the willow and the ofier dank,

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My fliding chariot stays,

Thick fet with agat, and the azure fheen
Of turkis blue, and emrauld green
That in the channel ftrays,
Whilft from off the waters fleet
Thus I fet my printless feet
O'er the cowflip's velvet bead,
That bends not as I tread;
Gentle fwain, at thy request
I am here.

Spir. Goddess dear,

We implore thy powerful hand

To undo the charmed band
Of true virgin here diftreft,

Through the force, and through the wile
Of unbleft inchanter vile.

Sab. Shepherd, 'tis my office beft
To help infnared chastity;

Brighteft lady look on me,
Thus I fprinkle on thy breast
Drops that from my fountain pure,
I have kept of precious cure,
Thrice upon thy fingers tip,
Thrice upon thy rubied lip,
Next this marble venom'd feat
Smear'd with gums of glutinous heat
I touch with chafte palms moift and cold,
Now the spell hath loft his hold;
And I muft hafte ere morning hour
To wait in Amphitrite's bow'r.

Sabrina defcends, and the lady rifes out of her feat.

Spir. Virgin daughter of Locrine,

Sprung of old Anchifes line,

May thy brimmed waves for this
Their full tribute never miss

From a thousand petty rills,
That tumble down the fnowy hills:
Summer drouth, or finged air
Never fcorch thy treffes fair,
Nor wet October's torrent flood
Thy molten crystal fill with mud;
May thy billows roul afhore
The beryl, and the golden ore,
May thy lofty head be crown'd
With many a tower and terrafs round,
And here and there thy banks upon
With groves of myrrhe, and cinnamon.

Come, lady, while heav'n lends us grace,
Let us fly this curfed place,

Left the forcerer us intice
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 ftate
Many a friend to gratulate
His wifh'd prefence; and befide
All the fwains that there abide,
With jigs, and rural dance refort,
We shall catch them at their fport,
And our fudden coming there
Will double all their mirth and chere;

Come let us hafte, the stars 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, af
ter them the attendant fpirit, with the two brothers
and the lady.

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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 guife

As Mercury did firft devife

With the mincing Dryades

On the lawns, and on the leas.

This fecond fong 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 praife,

To triumph in victorious dance

O'er fenfual folly, and intemperance.

The dances ended, the spirit epilogulzes.

Spir. To the ocean now I fly, And thofe happy climes that ly Where day never fhuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the fky :

There I fuck the liquid air
All amidst the gardens fair

Of Hefperus, and his daughters three
That fing about the golden tree:
Along the crifped fhades and bowres
Revels the fpruce and jocund fpring,
The graces, and the rofie-bofom'd hours
Thither all their bounties bring,
There eternal fummer dwells,

And weft winds, with mufky wing
About the cedar'n alleys fling
Nard, and Caffia's balmy fmells.
Iris there with humid bow,

Waters the odorous banks that blow
Flowers of more mingled hew
Than her purfled scarf can shew,
And drenches with Elyfian dew
(Lift mortals, if your ears be true)
Beds of Hyacinth, and rofes
Where young Adonis oft repofes,
Waxing well of his deep wound
In flamber foft, and on the ground
Sadly fits th' Affyrian queen;
But far above in fpangled sheen
Celestial Cupid her fam'd fon advanc'd,
Holds his dear Pfyche fweet intranc'd,
After her wandring labours long,
Till free confent the gods among
Make her his eternal bride,
And from her fair unspotted fide
Two blissful twins are to be born,
Youth and Joy; fo Jove hath fworn.
But now my talk is smoothly done,
I can fly, or I can run

Quickly to the green earth's end,
Where the bow'd welkin, flow doth bend,
And from thence can foar as foon

To the corners of the moon.

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