By scaly Triton's winding shell, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Listen and save! 880 SABRINA rises, attended by Water-nymphs, and sings. By the rushy-fringed bank, 890 Where grows the willow and the osier dank, Thick set with agate, and the azurn sheen That in the channel strays : Whilst from off the waters fleet Gentle swain, at thy request Spir. Goddess dear, We implore thy powerful hand To undo the charmed band Of true virgin here distressed Through the force and through the wile Of unblessed enchanter vile. To help ensnared chastity. Sabr. Shepherd, 'tis my office best Brightest Lady, look on me. 900 910 SABRINA descends, and THE LADY rises out of her seat. 920 930 Come, Lady; while Heaven lends us grace, Lest the sorcerer us entice With some other new device. And our sudden coming there Will double all their mirth and cheer. Come, let us haste; the stars grow high, But Night sits monarch yet in the mid sky. 940 950 The Scene changes, presenting Ludlow Town, and the President's Castle: then come in Country Dancers; after them the ATTENDANT SPIRIT, with the two BROTHERS and THE LADY. Song. Spir. Back, shepherds, back! Enough your play Till next sun-shine holiday. Here be, without duck or nod, Other trippings to be trod Of lighter toes, and such court guise As Mercury did first devise With the mincing Dryades On the lawns and on the leas. This second Song presents them to their Father and Mother. Noble Lord and Lady bright, I have brought ye new delight. 960 Heaven hath timely tried their youth, 970 Their faith, their patience, and their truth, And sent them here through hard assays To triumph in victorious dance (List, mortals, if your ears be true) Celestial Cupid, her famed son, advanced Holds his dear Psyche, sweet entranced But now my task is smoothly dene I can fly, or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend, Heaven itself would stoop to her. 1000 1010 1020 LYCIDAS. In this Monody the Author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, 1637; and, by occasion, foretells the ruin of our corrupted Clergy then in their height. YÉT once more, O ye laurels, and once more, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, еднов Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Begin, then, Sisters of the sacred well That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destined urn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud! For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill; We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the grey-fly winds her sultry horn, ΙΟ 20 Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star that rose at evening bright 30 Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel, Tempered to the oaten flute From the glad sound would not be absent long; Rough Satyrs danced, and Fauns with cloven heel |