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Part of an Entertainment presented to the Countess
Dowager of Derby at Harefield, by some noble persons of her family ; who appear on the scene in pastoral habit, moving toward the seat of state, with this Song.
Look, Nymphs, and Shepherds, look,
This, this is she
Fame, that, her high worth to raise,
Less than half we find exprest,
Mark, what radiant state she spreads,
Might she the wise Latona be,
A deity so unparallell’d ?
pears, and turning toward them, speaks. Genius. Stay, gentle Swains; for, though in
this disguise, I see bright honour sparkle through your eyes;. Of famous Arcady ye are, and sprung Of that renowned flood, so often suig, Divine Alphéus, who by secret sluce Stole under seas to meet his Arethuse; And ye, the breathing roses of the wood, Fair silver-buskin’d Nymphs, as great and good; I know, this quest of yours, and free intent, Was all in honour and deyotion meant To the great mistress of yon princely shrine, Whom with low reverence I adore as mine;