Listen, and appear to us,

In name of great Oceanus ;

By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace,
And Tethys' grave majestick pace,
By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look,
And the Carpathian wisard's hook,
By scaly Triton's 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 Syrens 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 the 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
O'er the cowslip's velvet head,
That bends not as I tread;
Gentle Swain, at thy request,
I am here.

Spirit. 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 enchanter vile.

Sabrina. 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,

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

Listen, and appear to us,

In name of great Oceanus ;

By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace,
And Tethys' grave majestick pace,
By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look,
And the Carpathian wisard's hook,
By scaly Triton's 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 Syrens 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 the 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
O'er the cowslip's velvet head,
That bends not as I tread;
Gentle Swain, at thy request,
I am here.

Spirit. 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 enchanter vile.

Sabrina. 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,

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

And I must haste, ere morning hour,

To wait in Amphitrite's bower.

SABRINA descends, and the LADY rises out of her

seat.

Spirit. Virgin, daughter of Locrine

Sprung of old Anchises' line,

May thy brimmed waves for this

Their full tribute never miss

From a thousand pretty rills,
That tumble down the snowy hills:
Summer drouth, or singed air,
Never scorch thy tresses fair,
Nor wet October's torrent flood
Thy molten crystal fill with mud
May thy billows roll ashore
The beryl and the golden ore;
May thy lofty head be crown'd

;

With many a tower and terrace round,
And here and there thy banks upon

With groves and myrrh and cinnamon!

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

Lest the sorcerer us entice

With some other new device.
Not a waste or needless sound,
Till we come on holier ground,
I shall be your faithful guide