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Sabrina fair,

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Liften where thou art fitting

Under the glassie, cool, translucent Wave,,
In trifted Braids of Lillies knitting
The loofe train of thy Amber-dropping Hair ;
Liften, for dear Honour's fake,

Goddess of the Silver Lake;

Liften and appear to us,

In name of great Oceanus,

Liften and fave..

By the earth-fhaking Neptune's mace,
And Tethys' grave majestic pace,
By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look,
And the Carpathian wisard's hook,
By fcaly Triton's winding fhell,
And old footh-faying Glaucus' fpell,
By Leucothea's lovely hands,
And her Son that rules the ftrands,
By Thetis' tinfel-flipper'd feet,
And the Songs of Sirens fweet,
By dead Part benope'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 rofie head
From thy coral-pav'n bed,

And bridle in thy headlong wave,

Till thou our fummons answer'd have.

Liften and fave,

Sa.

Sabrina rifes, attended by Water-Nymphs, and fings.
By the rufby-fringed bank,

Where grows the Willow, and the Ofier dank,
My fliding Chariot ftays,

Thick fet with Agat, and the Azurn sheen
Of Turkis blue, and Emrald 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 Swain, at thy request

I am bere.

Spir. Goddefs dear,

We implore thy powerful hand

To undo the charmed band
Of true Virgin here distrest,

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 sprinkle on thy breaft
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 moist and cold;

Now

Now the fpell hath loft his hold:

And I must hafte ere morning hour

To wait in Amphitrite's bow'r.

Sabrina defcends, and the Lady rifes out of ber Seat.

Spir. Virgin daughter of Locrine,
Sprung of old Anchifes' line,

May thy brimmed waves for this
Their full tribute never mifs,
From a thousand petty rills,

That tumble down the snowy hills:
Summer drought, or finged air
Never fcorch thy treffes fair,
Nor wet October's torrent flood
Thy molten crystal fill with mud,
May thy billows rowl afhoar
The Beryl, and the golden Ore ;
May thy lofty head be crown'd

With many a Tower and Terrass round,

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 curfed place,

Left the Sorcerer 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,

Where, this night, are met in state.
Many a friend to gratulate

His wifh'd prefence, and befide-
All the Swains that there abide,
With Jiggs, and rural dance refort;
We fhall catch them at their sport,
And our sudden coming there

Will double all their mirth and chear.
Come, let us hafte, the Stars grow high,
But Night fits Monarch yet in the mid-sky.

The Scene changes, prefenting Ludlow Town and

the Prefident's Cafile; then come in Country Dancers, after them the attendant Spirit, with the two Brothers, and the Lady.

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Spir. Back, Shepherds, back; enough your play,
Till next Sun-fhine holiday:

Here be without duck, or ned,

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 Song prefents them to their Father and Mother.

Noble Lord and Lady bright,

I bave brought ye new delight,
Here behold fo goodly grown

Three fair Branches of your own ;

Hear'n

Heav'n bath timely try'd their youth,
Their faith, their patience, and their truth,
And fent them here through bard affays
With a Crown of deathless Praife,

To triumph in victorious dance

O'er fenfual Folly, and Intemperance.

The Dances ended, the Spirit Epiloguizes.

Spir. To the Ocean now I fly, And thofe happy Climes, that lie Where day never fhuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky : 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 bowers
Revels the fpruce and jocund Spring,
The Graces, and the rofie-bofom'd Hours,
Thither all their bounties bring;

There eternal Summer dwells,

And west-winds, with musky wing

About the cedarn Alleys fling

Nard, and Caffia's balmy smells.
Iris there with humid bow,

Waters the odorous banks, that blow
Flowers of more mingled hew
Than her purfled scarf can fhew;
And drenches with Elyfian dew
(Lift, mortals, if your ears be true)
Beds of Hyacinth and Rofes,

Where

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