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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
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 fixed, and motionless :
Yet stay, be not disturb'd; now I bethink me,
Some other means I have which


be us'd, Which once of Melibæus old I learn'd, The sootheşt 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, Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure, Whilome 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 stay'd her flight with his cross flowing course, The water-nymphs that in the bottom play'd, Held up their pearly 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 embathe In nectar'd lavers strow'd with asphodil. And through the porch and inlet of each sense Dropp'd in ambrosial oils till she reviv'd, 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 shrew'd 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 numbing spell,
If she be right invok'd 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.


Sabrina fair,

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 th' 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 sooth-saying Glaucus' spell,
By Leucothea's lovely hands,
And her son that rules the strands,
By Thetis' tinsel-slipper'd feet,

Ind 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.

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 azure sheen
Of turkis blue, and em'rald 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,
Thạt 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 distress'd,
Through the force, and through the wile
Of unbless'd enchanter vile.

Sab. Shepherd, 'tis my office best
To help ensnar'd chastity:
Brightest Lady, look on me;
Thus I sprinkle on thy breast
Drops that from


fountain pure
I have kept of precious cure,
Thrice upon thy finger's tip
Thrice upon thy rubied lip;
Next this marble věnom'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
To wait in Amphitrite's bower,

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

Spirit. Virgin, daughter of Locrine
Sprung of old Ănchises' 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 fạir,
Nor wet October's torrent flood
Thy molten chrystal 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 of 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 to holier ground ;
I shall be your faithful guide
Through this gloomy covert wide,
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 All the swains that near abide, With jigs, and rural dance resort;

It shall be in eternal restless change
Self-fed, and self-consumed : if this fail,
The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,
And earth's base built on stubble. But come, let's on,
Against th' opposing will and arm of heaven
May never this just sword be lifted up;
But for that damn'd magician, let him be girt
With all the grisly legions that troop
Under the sooty flag of Acheron,
Harpies and Hydras, or all the monstrous forms
'Twixt Africa and Ind, I'll find him out,
And force him to restore his purchase back,
Or drag him by the curls to a foul death,
Curs'd as his life.

Spir. Alas! good vent'rous youth,
I love thy .courage yet, and bold emprise ;
But here thy sword can do thee little stead;
Far other arms, and other weapons must
Be those that quell the might of hellish charms:
He, with his bare wand, can unthread thy joints,
And crumble all thy sinews.

Eld. Bro. Why pr’ythee, Shepherd,
How durst thou then

thyself approach so near, As to make this relation ?

Spir. Care and utmost shifts How to secure the Lady from surprisal, Brought to my mind a certain shepherd lad, Of small regard to see to, yet well skill'd In every virtuous plant and healing herb, That spreads her verdant leaf to th' morning ray: He lov?d me well, and oft would beg me sing, Which when I did, he, on the tender grass, Would sit and hearken e'en to ecstacy, And in requital ope his leathern scrip, And show me simples of a thousand names, Telling their strange and vigorous faculties: Among the rest a small unsightly root, But of divine effect, he cull'd me out; The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it,

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