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Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the Morn?
Think what, and be advis'd, you are but young yet.
La. I had not thought to have unlockt my lips
And Virtue has no tongue to check her pride.
That live according to her sober laws,
Now heaps upon some few with vast excess,
Against the sun-clad pow'r of Chastity,
Fain would I something say, yet to what end?
Thou hast nor ear, nor soul to apprehend
The sublime notion, and high mystery,, 785
That must be utter'd to unfold the sage
And serious doch'in of Virginity,
And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not know
More happiness than this thy present lot.
Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric, 790
That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence,
Thou ait not fit to hear thyself convinc'd;
Yet should I try, the uncontrolled worth
Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits
To such a flame of sacred vehemence, 793
That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize,
And the brute earth would lend her nerves ,and shake,
Till all thy magic structures rear'd so high,
Were shatter'd into heaps o'er thy false head,
Com. She fables not, I feel that I do fear 800 Her words set off by some superior power; And though not mortal, yet a cold smidd'ring dew Dips me all o'er, as when the wrath of Jove Speaks thunder, and the chains of Erebus To someof Saturn's crew. I must dissemble 805 And try her yet more strongly. Come, no more, This is mere moral babble, and direct. Against the canon laws of our foundation; I must not.suffer this, yet 'tis but the lees' And settlings of a melancholy blood: 810
But this will cure all strait, one sip of this
The Brothers rush in with swords drawn, turest his glass out of his hand, and break it against the ground; his rout make sign of resistance, but are all driven in: the attendent Spirit comesin.
Spi. What have you let the false inchanter scape? O ye mistook, ye should have snatcht his wand 815 And bound him fast; without his rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power, We cannot free the lady that sits here In stony fetters fix'd, and motionless: Yet stay, be not disturb'd; now I bethink me, 820 Some other means I have which may be us'd, Which once of Melibceus old I learnt, The soothest shepherd that e'er pip'd on plains.
There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn
stream, Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure; 816
Whilome she was the daughter of Locrine,
Commended her fair innocence to the flood,
Held up their pearled wrists and took, her in,
Bearing her strait to aged Nereus' hall, 835
Who piteous of her woes, rear'd her lank head,
And gave her to his daughters to imbathe
In neflar'd lavers strow'd with asphodil,
And through the porch and inlet of each sense
Dropt in ambrosial oils till she reviv'd, 84.0
And underwent a quick immortal change,
Made Goddess of the river; still she retains
Her maiden gentleness, and oft at eve
Visits the herds along the twilight meadows,
Helping all urchin blasts, and ill-luck signs 845
That the shrewd medling elfe delights to make,
Which she with precious vial'd liquors heals;
For which the shepherds at their festivals
Carol her goodness loud in rustic lays,
And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream
Of pancies, pinks, and gaudy daffadils. 851
And, as the old swain said, she can unlock
The clasping charm, and thaw the numming spell,
If she be right invok'd in warbled song,
For maidenhood she loves, and will be swift 855
To aid a virgin, such as was herself,
In hard-besetting need j this will I try,
And add the power of some adjuring verse.
Under the glas6y, cool, translucent wave,
The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair;
Listen and save.
In name of great Oceanus,
By th' earth-shaking Neptune's mace,
And Tethys' grave majestic pace, S70
By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look,
And the Carpathian wisard's hook,
By scaly Triton's winding shell,
And old sooth-saying Glaucus' spell,
By Leucothea's lovely hands, 875
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 fair Ligea's golden comb, ggo
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 885
From thy coral -paven bed,
And bridle in thy headlong wave,
Till thou our summons answer'd have.