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Or have I said enough? To him that dares 780
790 That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence; Thou art not fit to hear thyself convinc'd: Yet, should I try, the uncontrolled worth of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits To such a flame of sacred vehemence,
795 That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize, And the brute earth would lend her nerves, and shake, Till all thy magic structures, rear'd to high, Were shatter'd into heaps o'er thy false head.
Comus. She fables not; I feel that I do fear 800 Her words set off by some superior power; And though not mortal, yet a cold shudd'ring dew Dips me all o'er, as when the wrath of Jove Speaks thunder, and the chains of Erebus, To some of Saturn's_crew. I must dissemble, 805 And try her yet more strongly. Come, no more; This is mere moral babble, and direct Against the canon-laws of our foundation; I must not suffer this; yet 'tis but the lees And settlings of a melancholy blood:
810 But this will cure all straight; one sip of this Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, Beyond the bliss of dreams. Be wise, aud 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.
Spirit. What, have you let the false enchanter 'scape ? O ye mistook, ye should have snatch'd his wand, 815 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, 820 Some other means I have which may be us’d, Which once of Meliboeus 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, 825 Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine,
That had the scepter from his father Brute.
835 Who, piteous of her woes, rear'd her lank head, And gave her to his daughters to imbathe In nectar'd lavers, strew'd with asphodel; And through the porch and inlet of each sense Dropt in ambrosial oils, till she reviv'd,
840 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
860 Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,
In twisted braids of lilics knitting
Listen for dear honour's sake,
870 By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look, And the Carpathian wizard's hook, By scaly Triton's winding shell, And old sooth-saying Glaucos' spell, By Leucothea's lovely hands,
875 And her son that rules the strands, By Thetis' tinsel-slipper'd feet, And the songs of Syrens sweet, By dead Parthenope's dear tomb, And fair Ligea’s golden comh,
Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks,
Listen, and save. Sabrina rises, attended by water-nymphs, and sings. By the rushy-fringed bank,
890 Where grows the willow and the osier dank,
My sliding chariot stays,
That bends not as I tread; Gentle Swain, at thy request,
900 I am here. Spir. Goddess dear, We implore thy pow'rful hand To undo the charmed band Of true virgin here" distrest,
905 Through the force and through the wile Of unblest enchanter vile.
Sabr. Shepherd, 'tis my office best
915 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,
920 To wait in Amphitrite's bow'r.
Sabrina descends, and the Lady rises out of her seat.
Spir. Virgin , daughter of Locrine,
930 Thy molten crystal fill with mud;
May thy billows roll ashore
935 And here and there thy banks upon With groves of myrrh and cinnamon.
Come, Lady, while Heav'n lends us grace,
945 And not many furlongs thence Is your Father's residence, Where this night are met in state Many a friend to gratulate His wish'd presence; and beside
950 All the swains, that there abide, With jigs and rural dance resort; We shall catch them at their sport, And or sudden coming there Will double all their mirth and cheer;
955. Come, let us haste, the stars grow high, But night sits 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 the Two Brothers and the Lady.
965 This second Song presents them to their Father and Mother.
Noble Lord, and Lady bright,
975 The dances being ended, the Spirit epiloguizes. Spir. To the ocean now I fly,
And those happy climes that lie
But now my task is smoothly done,
Mortals that would folloy me,