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And settlings of a melancholy blood:
But this will cure all straight: 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 ATTENDANT SPIRIT comes in.]
What, have let the false enchanter 'scape?
Oh! ye mistook, ye should have snatched his wand,
We cannot free the lady that sits here
In stony fetters fixed, and motionless :
Yet stay, be not disturbed; now I bethink me,
The soothest shepherd that e'er piped on plains.
There is a gentle nymph not far from hence,
That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream,——
Whilome she was the daughter of Locrine,42
That had the sceptre from his father Brute.
She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit
That stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course.
The water nymphs that in the bottom played,
And through the porch and inlet of each sense
Carol her goodness loud in rustic lays,
And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream,
Of pansies, pinks, and gaudy daffodils.
And, as the old swain said, she can unlock
The clasping charm, and thaw the numbing spell,
If she be right invoked in warbled song ;
For maidenhood she loves, and will be swift