Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight,
Beyond the bliss of dreams. Be wise, and taste.-

The BROTHERS rush in with swords drawn, wrest

his glass out of his hand, and break it against
the ground; his rout make sign of resistance,
but are all driven in. The ATTENDANT SPIRIT
comes in.

SPIR. What, have you let the false inchanter
'scape?

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0 ye mistook, ye should have snatch'd his wand,
And bound him fast; without his rod revers'd,
And backward mutters of dissevering power,
We cannot free the Lady that sits here
In stony fetters fix'd, and motionless :
Yet stay, be not disturb'd: now I bethink me,
Some other means I have which may be us'd,
Which once of Melibœus old I learnt,?
The soothest shepherd that e'er pip'd on plains.
There is a gentle nymph not far from hence,
That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn
stream,

Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure;

Whilome she was the daughter of Locrine,
That had the sceptre from his father Brute.

826

816 revers'd] Ov. Metam. xiv. 300. 'Conversæ verbere virge.' This Sandys translates, 'her wand reverst.' Warton.

826 Sabrina] Rob. of Gloucester's Chron. 61. p. 25. ed Hearne.

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816 2 (MA.XIV 305) the companions of Vlyse are istod to their human shays by Circe with a stroke after roo reversed

Said backward

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835

She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit
Of her enraged stepdame Guendolen,
Commended her fair innocence to the flood,
That stay'd her flight with his cross-flowing course.
The water nymphs that in the bottom play'd,
Held up their pearled wrists, and took her in,
Bearing her straight to aged Nereus' hall,
Who piteous of her woes, rear'd her lank head,
And gave her to his daughters to imbathe
In nectar'd lavers strow'd with asphodel,
And through the porch and inlet of each sense
Dropp'd in ambrosial oils, till she reviv'd,
And underwent a quick immortal change,
Made Goddess of the river: still she retains
Her maiden gentleness, and oft at eve
Visits the herds along the twilight meadows,
Helping all urchin blasts, and ill-luck signs
That the shrewd meddling elf delights to make,
Which she with precious vial'd liquors heals.
For which the shepherds at their festivals
Carol her goodness loud in rustic lays,

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And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream
Of pancies, pinks, and gaudy daffodils.
And, as the old swain said, she can unlock

minte penser The clasping charm, and thaw the numbing spell, If she be right invok'd in warbled song,

For maidenhood she loves, and will be swift
To aid a virgin, such as was herself,

855

829 She] So ed. 1645, and MS. Eds. 1637, and 1695, 'The.' Tickell, Fenton, Ed. 1713, and Warton, 'She.'

In hard-besetting need; this will I try,
And add the pow'r of some adjuring verse.

Sabrina fair,

SONG.

Listen where thou art sitting

Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,
In twisted braids of lilies knitting

The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair;
Listen for dear honour's sake,
Goddess of the silver lake,

Listen and save.

Listen and appear to us

In name of great Oceanus,

By th' earth-shaking Neptune's mace,

And Tethys' grave majestic pace,

By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look,

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865

870

And the Carpathian wisard's hook, on Nov. 23

By scaly Triton's winding shell,

And old soothsaying Glaucus' spell,

By Leucothea's lovely hands,

875

883 amber-dropping] Consult Warton's note. Todd gives
an extract from Nash's Terrors of the Night, 1594. Their
haire they ware loose unrowled about their shoulders, whose
dangling amber trammells reaching downe beneath their knees,
seemed to drop baulme on their delicious bodies.'

868 great] Hes. Theog. 20. 'Qкɛavóv тe μéyav. Newton.
871 hoary] Virg. Georg. iv. 392. Grandævus Nereus.'
Newton,

872 Carpathian] Carpathius vates.' Stat. Ach. i. 136. Val Flacc. ii. 317. Proter has a cave of Carpathus and. island of the Mediterranean. As Neptune's stepherd he bore a work; ties a prgibes

075 and flying from her husband Athamas them herself with to. Meliceta into the 4th. Neptune at the prayer of Venue made then of Leucentia thong palcemon. The Roma,

her the name.

Lim Portumnus

ん

Ferrick: "Momlytt

877 Tonsell frems étinceler at her adver forted
of
Home calls silver-footed
Finselling the stream dower calls

And her son that rules the strands,

By Thetis' tinsel-slipper'd feet,

880

And the songs of Sirens sweet,
By dead Parthenope's dear tomb,
And fair Ligea's golden comb, proponate to
Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks,
Sleeking her soft alluring locks,
By all the nymphs that nightly dance
Upon thy streams with wily glance,
Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head
From thy coral-paven bed,

And bridle in thy headlong wave,

Till thou our summons answer'd have.

Listen and save.

SABRINA rises, attended by water-nymphs,

and sings.

By the rushy-fringed bank,

Where

grows the willow and the osier dank,

My sliding chariot stays,

Thick set with agate, and the azurn sheen

Of turkis blue, and emerald green,

That in the channel strays;

Whilst from off the waters fleet,

Thus I set my printless feet

890 rushy] I would read 'rush-yfringed.' Warton.

893 azurn] Ital. 'azzurino.' Todd.

894 green] On gems in Sabrina's stream.

Silva, p. 46.

885

890

895

See Cowley's

897 printless] Shakesp. Temp. act v. s. 1. And ye, that on the sands with printless foot.' Warton.

O'er the cowslip's velvet head,

That bends not as I tread; He prop stoops not, the head high

Gentle Swain, at thy request

I am here.

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to light

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 finger's tip,
Thrice upon thy rubied lip;
Next this marble venom'd seat,

Smear'd with gums of glutinous heat,

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

And I must haste ere morning hour

To wait in Amphitrite's bow'r. Meptune's wife

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915

920

907 inchanter] Faer. Q. iii. 12, 31. And her before the vile enchaunter sate.' Todd.

915 rubied] Wither. Mist. of Philarete, (Percy's Rel. iii. 264.) 'Wanton eye or lip of ruby.' Todd. 918 moist] The moone though moist and cold she be.'

Randolph's Poems, p. 49.