SPIRIT. Virgin, daughter of Locrine, Sprung of old Anchises' line, 47 May thy brimméd 48 waves for this Their full tribute never miss From a thousand petty rills, That tumble down the snowy hills: Nor wet October's torrent flood Thy molten crystal fill with mud: May thy billows roll ashore The beryl, and the golden ore; With many a tower and terrace round, And here and there thy banks upon 49 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; Where this night are met in state Many a friend to gratulate His wished presence; and, beside, With jigs and rural dance resort : Will double all their mirth and cheer. Come, let us haste, the stars grow high, But Night sits monarch yet in the mid sky. [The scene changes, presenting Ludlow town and the PRESIDENT's castle; then come in country dancers; after them the ATTENDANT SPIRIT, with the two BROTHERS and the LADY.] Song. SPIRIT. Back, shepherds, back! enough your play, Till next sunshine holiday : With the mincing Dryades, On the lawns, and on the leas.50 [This second Song presents them to their Father and Mother.] Noble lord, and lady bright, I have brought ye new delight; Heaven hath timely tried their youth, Their faith, their patience, and their truth, With a crown of deathless praise, To triumph in victorious dance O'er sensual Folly and Intemperance. [The dances ended, the SPIRIT epiloguises.] SPIRIT. To the ocean now I fly,51 |