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

Listen and appear to us

In name of great Oceanus,

Listen and save.

By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace,
And Tethys grave majestick pace,
By hoary Nereus wrincled look,
And the Carpathian wisards hook,
By scaly Tritons winding shell,
And old sooth-saying Glaucus spell,
By Leucothea's lovely hands,
And her son that rules the strands,
By Thetis tinsel-slipper'd feet,
And the Songs of Sirens sweet,
By dead Parthenope's dear tomb,
And fair Ligea's golden comb,
Wherwith 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 rosie head
From thy coral-pav'n bed,

And bridle in thy headlong wave,

Till thou our summons answered have.

Listen and save.



Sabrina rises, attended by water-Nymphes, and sings.

By the rushy-fringed bank,


Where grows the Willow and the Osier dank,
My sliding Chariot stayes,



Thick set with Agat, and the azurn sheen

Of Turkis blew, and Emrauld green

That in the channell strayes,

Whilst from off the waters fleet
Thus I set my printless feet
O're the Cowslips Velvet head,
That bends not as I tread,

Gentle swain at thy request
I am here.


Spir. Goddess dear

We implore thy powerful hand
To undo the charmed band
Of true Virgin here distrest,

Through the force, and through the wile
Of unblest inchanter vile.

Sab. Shepherd 'tis my office best
To help insnared chastity;
Brightest Lady look on me,
Thus I sprinkle on thy brest
Drops that from my fountain pure,
I have kept of pretious cure,
Thrice upon thy fingers tip,
Thrice upon thy rubied lip,
Next this marble venom'd seat

Smear'd with gumms of glutenous 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 bowr.

Sabrina descends, and the Lady rises out of her seat.

Spir. Virgin, daughter of Locrine

Sprung of old Anchises line,

May thy brimmed waves for this
Their full tribute never miss

From a thousand petty rills,

That tumble down the snowy hills:
Summer drouth, or singed air
Never scorch thy tresses fair,



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Com Lady while Heaven lends us grace,
Let us fly this cursed place,


Lest the Sorcerer us intice
With som other new device.

Not a waste, or needless sound
Till we com to holier ground,
I shall be your faithfull guide
Through this gloomy covert wide,
And not many furlongs thence
Is your Fathers residence,
Where this night are met in state
Many a friend to gratulate
His wish't presence, and beside
All the Swains that there abide,
With Jiggs, and rural dance resort,
We shall catch them at their sport,
And our sudden coming there

Will double all their mirth and chere;
Com let us haste, the Stars grow high,

But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky.


The Scene changes, presenting Ludlow Town and the Presidents Castle, then com in Countrey-Dancers, after them the attendant Spirit, with the two Brothers and the Lady.


Spir. Back Shepherds, back, anough 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,
Here behold so goodly grown

Three fair branches of your own,

Heav'n hath timely tri'd their youth,

Their faith, their patience, and their truth.

And sent them here through hard assays
With a crown of deathless Praise,
To triumph in victorious dance
O're sensual Folly, and Intemperance.



The dances ended, the Spirit Epiloguizes.
Spir. To the Ocean now I fly,
And those happy climes that ly
Where day never shuts his eye,
Up in the broad fields of the sky:
There I suck the liquid ayr
All amidst the Gardens fair
Of Hesperus, and his daughters three
That sing about the golden tree:
Along the crisped shades and bowres
Revels the spruce and jocond Spring,

The Graces, and the rosie-boosom'd Howres,
Thither all their bounties bring,

That there eternal Summer dwels,

And West winds, with musky wing

About the cedar'n alleys fling

Nard, and Cassia's balmy smels.
Iris there with humid bow,



Waters the odorous banks that blow
Flowers of more mingled hew
Then her purfl'd scarf can shew,
And drenches with Elysian dew
(List mortals, if your ears be true)
Beds of Hyacinth, and roses
Where young Adonis oft reposes,
Waxing well of his deep wound
In slumber soft, and on the ground
Sadly sits th' Assyrian Queen ;
But far above in spangled sheen.
Celestial Cupid her fam'd son advanc't,
Holds his dear Psyche sweet intranc't
After her wandring labours long,
Till free consent the gods among
Make her his eternal Bride,
And from her fair unspotted side
Two blissful twins are to be born,
Youth and Joy; so Jove hath sworn.
But now my task is smoothly don,

I can fly, or I can run

Quickly to the green earths end,

Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend,

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And from thence can soar as soon
To the corners of the Moon.

Mortals that would follow me,
Love vertue, she alone is free,
She can teach ye how to clime
Higher then the Spheary chime;
Or if Vertue feeble were,

Heav'n it self would stoop to her.

The End.


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