Sabrina rises, attended by water-nymphs, and fings.

Of true virgin here distrest,

Through the force, and through the wile,

Of unbleft inchanter vile.

SAB. Shepherd, 'tis my office best

To help infnared chastity :
Brightest Lady, look on me;
Thus I fprinkle on thy breast
Drops that from my fountain
I have kept of precious cure,
Thrice upon thy finger's tip,
Thrice upon thy rubied lip;

pure

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910

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Next this marble venom'd feat,

Smear'd with gums of glutenous heat,

I touch with chaste palms moist and cold:
Now the spell hath loft his hold;

And I must hafte ere morning hour

To wait in Amphitrite's bower.

920

Sabrina defcends, and the Lady rises out of her feat.

SPI. Virgin daughter of Locrine,

Sprung of old Anchifes' line,

May thy brimmed waves for this

925

Their full tribute never miss

From a thousand petty rills,

That tumble down the fnowy hills:
Summer drouth, or finged air,
Never scorch thy treffes fair;
Nor wet October's torrent flood
Thy molten crystal fill with mud;
May thy billows roll afhore
The beryl, and the golden ore;
May thy lofty head be crown'd

With many a tower and terras round,
And here and there thy banks upon

With groves of myrrhe, and cinnamon.

Come, Lady, while Heav'n lends us grace,

Let us fly this cursed place,

Left the forcerer us entice

With fome other new device.

Not a waste, or needlefs found,
Till we come to holier ground;

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935

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I fhall

I fhall be your faithful guide

Through this gloomy covert wide,

945

And not many furlongs thence your Father's refidence,

Is

Where this night are met in state
Many a friend to gratulate
His wifh'd prefence, and befide
All the fwains that near abide,
With jigs and rural dance refort;
We shall catch them at their sport,
And our fudden coming there

Will double all their mirth and chear;
Come let us hafte, the ftars grow high,

But night fits monarch yet in the mid sky.

950

955

The Scene changes, prefenting Ludlow town and the Prefident's caftle; then come in country dancers, after them the attendent Spirit, with the two Brothers and the Lady.

SPI. Back, Shepherds, back, enough your play,

This fecond Song prefents them to their Father and Mother.

Noble Lord, and Lady bright,
I have brought you new delight,
Here behold fo goodly grown
Three fair branches of your own;

Heav'n hath timely try'd their youth,

970

Their faith, their patience, and their truth,

And fent them here through hard assays

With a crown of deathlefs praise,

To triumph in victorious dance

O'er fenfual folly, and intemperance.

975

Thither all their bounties bring;

985

The Graces, and the rofy-bofom'd Hours,

That

995

Than her purfled scarf can shew,
And drenches with Elyfian dew
(Lift mortals, if your ears be true)
Beds of hyacinth and roses,
Where young Adonis oft repofes,
Waxing well of his deep wound
In flumber foft, and on the ground
Sadly fits th' Affyrian queen;
But far above in fpangled sheen

Celestial Cupid her fam'd fon advanc'd,
Holds his dear Pfyche sweet intranc'd,
After her wandering labors long,
Till free confent the Gods among
Make her his eternal bride,
And from her fair unspotted fide
Two blissful twins are to be born,
Youth and Joy; fo Jove hath fworn.
But now my task is smoothly done,

I can fly, or I can run

Quickly to the green earth's end,

ICOO

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Where the bow'd welkin flow doth bend,

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And from thence can foar as foon

To the corners of the moon.

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