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There was another meaning in these gifts,
Think what, and be advis’d, you are but young yet.

La. I had not thought to have unlockt my lips
In this unhallow'd air, but that this jugler
Would think to charm my judgment, as mine eyes,
Obtruding false rules prankt in reason's garb.
I hate when vice can bolt her arguments,

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And virtue has no tongue to check her pride.
Impostor, do not charge most innocent Nature,
As if she would her children should be riotous
With her abundance; she, good cateress,
Means her provision only to the good,

765 That live according to her sober laws, And holy dictate of spare temperance : If every just man, that now pines with want, Had but a moderate and beseeming share Of that which lewdly-pamper'd luxury Now heaps upon some few with vast excess, Nature's full blessings would be well dispens'd In unsuperfluous even proportion), And she no whit incumber'd with her store, And then the giver would be better thank'd, 775 His praise due paid; for swinish gluttony Ne’er looks to Heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, But with besotted base ingratitude Crams, and blafphemes his feeder. Shall I go on? Or have I said enough? To him that dares Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words Against the fun-clad power of Chastity, Fain would I something say, yet to what end ?

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Thou hast nor ear, nor soul to apprehend
The súblime notion, and high mystery,

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That must be utter'd to unfold the fage
And serious doctrin 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,

790 That hath so well been taught her dazling fence, Thou art not fit to hear thyself convinc'd; Yet should I try, the uncontrolled worth Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits To such a fame of sacred vehemence,

795 That dumb things would be moy'd to sympathize, And the brute earth would lend her nerves, and shake, Till all thy magic structures rear’d so high, Were latter'd into heaps o'er thy false head,

COM. She fables not, I feel that I do fear 800 Her words fet 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 dislemble, 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 :

810 But this will cure all strait, one sip of this Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight Beyond the bliss of dreams. Be wise, and taste.--

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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 attendent Spirit comes in.

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Spi. What, have you let the false inchanter scape? Oye mistook, ye should have snatcht his wand And bound him fast; without his rod revers'd, And backward mutters of diflevering 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, 820 Some other means I have which may be us’d, Which once of Melibæus old I learn The soothest 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 scepter from his father Brute. She, guiltless damsel, Aying the mad pursuit Of her enraged stepdame Guendolen

830 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

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their pearled wrists and took her in, Bearing her strait to aged Nereus' hall, Whọ, piteous of her woes, rear'd her lank head,

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And gave her to his daughters to imbathe
In nectar'd lavers strow'd with asphodil,
And through the porch and inlet of each sense
Dropt in ambrosial oils till she reviv'd,

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And underwent a quick immortal change,
Made Goddess of the river ; ftill the retains
Her maiden gentleness, and oft at eve
Visits the herds along the twilight meadows,
Helping all urchin blafts, and ill-luck signs

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That the shrewd medling elfe 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 850
Of pansies, pinks, and gaudy daffadils.
And, as the old swain said, she can unlock
The clasping charm, and thaw the numming spell,
If she be right invok'd in warbled song,
For maidenhood she loves, and will be swift

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To aid a virgin, such as was herself,
In hard-besetting need ; this will I try,
And add the power of some adjuring verse.

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Sabrina fair,

Listen where thou art fitting
Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,

In twisted braids of lilies knitting

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The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair ;

Listen for dear honor's sake,
Goddess of the filver lake.

Listen and fave,

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Listen and appear to us
In name of great Oceanus,
By th' earth-shaking Neptune's mace,
And Tethys' grave majestic 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-Nipper'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 rofy head
From thy coral-paven bed,
And bridle in thy headlong wave,
Till thou our summons answer'd have.

Listen and save.

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