Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, Listen for dear Honor's sake, Goddess of the Silver lake. Listen and appear to us 865 In name of great Oceanus, By th' earth-shaking Neptune's mace, And Tethys' grave majestic pace, 870 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, 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, Where grows the willow and the osier dank, Thick set with agat, and the azurn sheen That in the channel strays; 895 910 pure Brightest Lady look on me; Smear'd with gums of glutenous heat, 915 I touch with chaste palms moist and cold: And I must haste ere morning hour 920 SABRINA descends,and the LADY rises out of her seat. SPI. Virgin, daughter of Locrine Sprung from old Anchises' line, Come, Lady, while Heav'n lends us grace, Let us fly this cursed place, 940 Lest the Sorcerer us entice 945 Is your father's residence, With jigs and rural dance resort; 1. Will double all their mirth and cheer; But Night sits monarch yet in the mid sky. 950 955 The scene changes, presenting Ludlow town and the president's castle; then come in country dancers, after them the attendent SPIRIT, with the two BROTHERS and the LADY. SONG. SPI. BACK, Shepherds, back, enough your play Till next sun-shine holiday; Other trippings to be trod Here be without duck or nod 960 Of lighter toes, and such court guise NOBLE Lord, and Lady bright, I have brought you new delight, Heav'n hath timely try'd their youth, With a crown of deathless praise, To triumph in victorious dance, O'er sensual folly, and intemperance. The dances ended, the SPIRIT epiloguizes. SPI. To the ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that lie 970 975 980 All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree; Along the crisped shades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocund Spring, 985 The Graces, and the rosy-bosom'd Hours, Than her purfled scarf can shew, 995 |