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SONG.
Sabrina fair,

Listen where tbou art fitting
Under the glassie, cool, translucent Waves,

In twisted Braids of Lillies knitting
The loose train of eby Amber-dropping Hair ;

Liften, for dear Honour's fake,
.Goddess of the Silver Lake ;

Liften and save..
Listen and appear to us,
In name of great Oceanus,
By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace,
And Tetbys' grave majestic pace,
By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look,
And the Carpathian wisard's hook,
By scaly Triton's winding shell,
And old footh-saying Glaucus' spell,
By Leucotbea's. lovely hands,
And her Son that rules the strands,
By Tbetis' tinsel-Nipper'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 soft alluring locks,
By all the Nymphs that nightly dance,
Upon thy ftrcams with wily glance,
Rise, rise, and heave thy rosie head
From thy coral-pav'n bed,
And bridle in thy headlong wave,
Till thou our fümmons answer'd have.

Listen and save

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Sabrina rises, attended by Water-Nympbs, and fings.

By tbe rushy-fringed bank, Where

grows tbe Willow, and the Ofier dank,

My Niding Chariot stays,
Thick set with Agat, and the Azurn sheen
of Turkis blue, and Emrauld green

That in the channel frays,
Wbilf from off the waters fleet
Tbus I set my printless feet
O'er the Cowhip’s Velvet bead,

Tbat bends not as I tread;
Gentle Swain, at tby requeft

I am bere.
Spir. Goddess dear,
We implore thy powerful hand
To undo the charmed band
of true Virgin here distrest,
Through the force, and through thc wile
Of unbleft inchanter vile.

Sab. Shepherd, 'tis my office best
To help insnared chastity :
Brightest Lady look on me,
Thus I sprinkle on thy breast
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 spell hath lost his hold :
And I muft hafte ere morning hour
To wait in Ampbitrite's bow's.
Sabrina defcends, and the Lady rifes out of ber Seat.

Spir. Virgin daughter of Locrine,
Sprung of old Ancbifes' line,
May thy brimmed waves for this
Their full tribute never miss,
From a thousand petty rills,
That tumble down the snowy hills :
Summer drought, or finged air
Never scorch thy tresses fair,
Nor wet Oxtober's torrent food
Thy molten cryftal fill with mud,
May thy billows rowl ashoar
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 carsed place,
Left the Sorcerer us intice
With some other new device.
Not a waste, or needless found,
Till we come to holier ground ;
I thall be your faithful guide
Through this gloomy Covert wide :
And not many furlongs thence
Is your Father's Regidence,

Where,

Where, this night, are met in state.
Many a friend to gratulate
His with'd presence, and beside
All the Swains that there abide,
With Jiggs, and rural dance resort ;
We shall catch them at their fport,
And our sudden coming there
Will double all their mirth and chear.
Come, let us haste, the Stars grow high,
But Night fits Monarch yet in the mid-sky.
The Scene changes, presenting Ludlow Town and

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

SONG.
Spir. Back, Sbepberds, back; enough your play,

Till next Sun-fhine koliday :
Here be without duck, or ned,
Other trippings to be trod
of lighter toes, and fucb Court guife
As Mercury did first devise,
With the mincing Dryades

On tbe Lawns, and on the Leas,
This second Song presents them to their Father

and Mother.
Noble Lord and Lady bright,
I bave brought ye neru delight,
Here bebold so goodly grotun
Three fair Broncbes of your own ;

Heav'n bath timely try'd their youth,
Tveir faith, their patience, and their truth,

And sent them here through bard asays
Witb a Crown of deathlefs Praise,

To triumph in victorious dance
O'er sensual Folly, and Intemperance.

The Dances ended, tbe Spirit Epiloguizes.
Spir. To the Ocean now I fly,
And those happy Climes, that lie
Where day never Muts his eye,
Up in the broad fields of the sky :
There I fuck the liquid air,
All amidst the Gardens fair
Of Hesperus, and his daughters three,
That sing about the golden tree.
Along the crisped Thades and bowers
Revels the spruce 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 Alley's fling
Nard, and Cafia'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 Elyfan dew
(Lift, mortals, if your ears be true
Beds of Hyacinth and Rofes,

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