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There was another meaning in these gifts,
La. I had not thought to have unlockt my lips
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 ?
Thou hast nor ear, nor soul to apprehend
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.--
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.
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
their pearled wrists and took her in, Bearing her strait to aged Nereus' hall, Whọ, piteous of her woes, rear'd her lank head,
And gave her to his daughters to imbathe
Listen where thou art fitting
In twisted braids of lilies knitting
The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair ;
Listen for dear honor's sake,
Listen and fave,
Listen and appear to us
Listen and save.