And she no whit encumber'd with her store; And then the Giver would be better thank'd, His praise due paid: for swinish gluttony Ne'er looks to Heaven amidst his gorgeous feast, But with besotted base ingratitude
Crams, and blasphemes his Feeder. Shall I go on, Or have I said enow? To him that dares Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words Against the sun-clad power of chastity,
Fain would I something say;-yet to what end? Thou hast nor ear, nor soul, to apprehend The sublime notion, and high mystery, That must be utter'd to unfold the sage And serious doctrine of virginity;
And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not know More happiness than this thy present lot.
Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric,
That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence; Thou art not fit to hear thyself convinced: Yet, should I try, the uncontrolled worth Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits To such a flame of sacred vehemence,
That dumb things would be moved to sympathize, And the brute earth would lend her nerves, and Till all thy magic structures, rear'd so high, [shake, Were shatter'd into heaps o'er thy false head.
Com. She fables not; I feel that I do fear Her words set off by some superior power; And though not mortal, yet a cold shuddering 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, 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:
But this will cure all straight; one sip of this 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 enchanter 'scape?
O, ye mistook; ye should have snatch'd his wand, And bound him fast: without his rod reversed, 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 used, Which once of Melibus old I learn'd, The smoothest shepherd that e'er piped on plains. There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the sceptre from his father Brute. She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit Of her enraged stepdame Guendolen,
Commended her fair innocence to the flood, That staid 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, strew'd with asphodel; And through the porch and inlet of each sense Dropp'd in ambrosial oils, till she revived, 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, And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream Of pansies, pinks, and gaudy daffodils: And, as the old swain said, she can unlock The clasping charm, and thaw the numming spell, If she be right invoked in warbled song: For maidenhood she loves, and will be swift To aid a virgin, such as was herself, In hard-besetting need: this will I try, And add the power of some adjuring verse.
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 the earth-shaking Neptune's mace, And Tethy's grave majestic pace; By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look, And the Carpathian wizard's hook; By scaly Triton's winding shell, And old soothsaying 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, 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.
SABRINA rises, attended by Water-Nymphs, and
By the rushy-fringed bank,
Where grows the willow, and the osier dank,
My sliding chariot stays,
Thick set with agate, and the azure sheen Of turkis blue, and emerald green,
That in the channel strays; Whilst from off the waters fleet Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's 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 distress'd,
Through the force, and through the wile,
Of unbless'd enchanter vile.
Sab. Shepherd, 'tis my office best
To help ensnared 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,
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