Sabrina fair, SONG. Liften where thou art fitting Under the glassie, cool, translucent Wave,, 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, By all the Nymphs that nightly dance, 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. Where grows the Willow, and the Ofier dank, Thick fet with Agat, and the Azurn sheen Whilft from off the waters fleet I am bere. Spir. Goddefs dear, We implore thy powerful hand To undo the charmed band Through the force, and through the wile Sab. Shepherd, 'tis my office beft Thus I sprinkle on thy breaft Thrice upon thy rubied lip, 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, May thy brimmed waves for this That tumble down the snowy hills: With many a Tower and Terrass round, And here and there thy banks upon Come, Lady, while Heav'n lends us grace, Let us fly this curfed place, Left the Sorcerer us intice Where, Where, this night, are met in state. His wifh'd prefence, and befide- Will double all their mirth and chear. 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. Spir. Back, Shepherds, back; enough your play, 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, Three fair Branches of your own ; Hear'n Heav'n bath timely try'd their youth, 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, There eternal Summer dwells, And west-winds, with musky wing About the cedarn Alleys fling Nard, and Caffia's balmy smells. Waters the odorous banks, that blow Where |