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“To some of Saturn's crew. I must dissemble, “ And try her yet more strongly Come, no more, “ This is meer 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 strait,” one sip of this 330 Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, Beyond the bliss of dreams. Be wise, and taste.
[The Brothers rush in with swords drawn, wrest the glass
out of his hand, and break it against the ground; his rout make signs of resistance, but are all driven in.]
Enter the First Spirit. What, have you let the false enchanter scape ? O, ye mistook, you should have snatch'd his wand And bound him fast; without his rod revers’d, “ And backward mutters of dissev’ring pow'r," 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 us’d, 340 “ Which once of Melibæus old I learn’d, « The soothest shepherd that e'er pip'd on plains : “ I learn'd 'em then, when with my fellow swain, “ The youthful Lycidas, his flocks I fed.” There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure, That sways the Severn stream;
“ And, as the old swain said," she can unlock
Enter the Second Spirit.
Haste, Lycidas, and try thy tuneful strain,
SONG. By Second Spirit.
In twisted braids of lilies knitting
Listen for dear honour's sake,
Listen and save.
SABRINA rises and sings.
My sliding chariot stays,
That in the channel strays;
RECITATIVE. Second Spirit.
Of true virgin here distress'd,
[SABRINA descends, and the Lady rises out of her seat;
the Brothers embrace her tenderly.
E.Bro. “I oft had heard, but ne'er believ'd till now, “ There are, who can by potent magic spells “ Bend to their crooked purpose nature's laws, « Blot the fair moon from her resplendent orb, “ Bid whirling planets stop their destin’d course, 400 “ And thro' the yawning earth from Stygian gloom “ Call up the meagre ghost to walks of light : “ It may be so,
-for some mysterious end !" Y. Bro. Why did I doubt? Why tempt the wrath
of heav'n To shed just vengeance on my weak distrust? “ Here spotless innocence has found relief, “ By means as wond'rous as her strange distress.” E. Bro. The freedom of the mind, you see, no
charm, No spell can reach; that righteous Jove forbids, Lest man should call his frail divinity
410 The slave of evil, or the sport of chance. Inform us, Thyrsis, if for this thine aid, We aught can pay that equals thy desert.
First Spirit discovering himself. Pay it to Heaven! There my mansion is : “ But when a mortal, favour'd of high Jove, “ Chances to pass thro'yon advent'rous glade, “ Swift as the sparkle of a glancing star
“I shoot from heav'n to give him safe convoy.”
To the ocean now I fly,