The Brothers rufh in with fwords drawn, wrest his glafs out of his hand, and break it against the ground; his rout make fign of resistance, but are all driven in: The attendent Spirit comes in.

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SPI. What, have you let the false inchanter scape?
ye miftook, ye fhould have snatcht his wand
And bound him fast; without his rod revers'd,
And backward mutters of diffevering power,
We cannot free the Lady that fits here
In ftony fetters fix'd, and motionless :
Yet stay, be not disturb'd; now I bethink me,
Some other means I have which may be us'd,
Which once of Melibous old I learnt,
The footheft fhepherd that e'er pip'd on plains.
There is a gentle nymph not far from hence,
'That with moift curb fways the fmooth Severn ftream,
Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure;

Whilome she was the daughter of Locrine,
That had the scepter from his father Brute.
She, guiltless damfel, 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 pearled wrifts and took her in,

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Bearing her strait to aged Nereus' hall,

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Who, piteous of her woes, rear'd her lank head,

And

And gave her to his daughters to imbathe
In nectar'd lavers ftrow'd with asphodil,

And through the porch and inlet of each fenfe
Dropt in ambrofial 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

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That the shrewd medling elfe delights to make,

Which the 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 ftream 850
Of panfies, pinks, and gaudy daffadils.

And, as the old fwain faid, the can unlock

The clasping charm, and thaw the numming spell,

If the be right invok'd in warbled song,

For maidenhood she loves, and will be swift

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To aid a virgin, fuch as was herself,

In hard-besetting need; this will I try,

And add the power of some adjuring verse.

Sabrina fair,

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Liften where thou art fitting

Under the glaffy, cool, translucent wave,
In twisted braids of lilies knitting

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The loofe train of thy amber-dropping hair;

Listen for dear honor's fake,

Goddess of the filver lake.

Liften and fave.

Liften and appear to us

In name of great Oceanus,

By th' earth-fhaking Neptune's' mace,
And Tethys' grave majestic pace,
By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look,

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By dead Parthenope's dear tomb,
And fair Ligea's golden comb,
Wherewith the fits on diamond rocks,
Sleeking her foft alluring locks,

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By all the nymphs that nightly dance
Upon thy ftreams with wily glance,
Rise, rise, and heave thy rofy head
From thy coral-paven bed,

And bridle in thy headlong wave,
Till thou our fummons anfwer'd have.

Liften and fave.

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Sabrina

Sabrina rifes, attended by water-nymphs, and fings.

Next this marble venom'd feat,

Smear'd with gums of glutenous heat,

I touch with chafte palms moift and cold:
Now the spell hath loft his hold;

And I must haste ere morning hour

To wait in Amphitrite's bower.

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Sabrina defcends, and the Lady rifes out of her feat.

SPI. Virgin daughter of Locrine,

Sprung of old Anchifes' line,

May thy brimmed waves for this

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Their full tribute never miss

From a thousand petty rills,

That tumble down the fnöwy hills:
Summer drouth, or finged air,
Never fcorch thy treffes fair;

Nor wet October's torrent flood
Thy molten cryftal fill with mud;
May thy billows roll afhore

The beryl, and the golden ore;
May thy lofty head be crown'd

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

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With groves of myrrhe, and cinnamon.

Come, Lady, while Heav'n lends us grace,