The water Nymphs that in the bottom plaid,
        Held up their pearled wrists and took her in,
        Bearing her straight to aged Nereus Hall,
        Who piteous of her woes, rear'd her lank head,
        And gave her to his daughters to imbathe
        In nectar'd lavers strew'd with Asphodil,
        And through the porch and inlet of each sense
        Dropt in Ambrosial Oils till she reviv'd,
        And underwent a quick immortal change
        Made Goddess of the River; still she retains
        Her maid'n gentlenes, and oft at Eeve
        Visits the herds along the twilight meadows,
        Helping all urchin blasts, and ill luck signes
        That the shrewd medling Elfe delights to make,
        Which she with pretious viold liquors heals.
        For which the Shepherds at their festivals
        Carrol her goodnes lowd in rustick layes,
        And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream
        Of pancies, 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't in warbled Song,
        For maid'nhood she loves, and will be swift
        To aid a Virgin, such as was her self
        In hard besetting need, this will I try
        And adde the power of som adjuring verse.

                                SONG.
            Sabrina fair
              Listen where thou art sitting
            Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave,
              In twisted braids of Lillies knitting
            The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair,
              Listen for dear honour's sake,
              Goddess of the silver lake,
                             Listen and save.

        Listen and appear to us
        In name of great Oceanus,
        By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace,
        And Tethys grave majestick pace,
        By hoary Nereus wrincled look,
        And the Carpathian wisards hook,
        By scaly Tritons winding shell,
        And old sooth-saying Glaucus spell,
        By Leucothea's lovely hands,
        And her son that rules the strands,
        By Thetis tinsel-slipper'd feet,
        And the Songs of Sirens sweet,
        By dead Parthenope's dear tomb,
        And fair Ligea's golden comb,
        Wherwith 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 rosie head
        From thy coral-pav'n bed,
        And bridle in thy headlong wave,
        Till thou our summons answered have.
                                        Listen and save.

         Sabrina rises, attended by water-Nymphes, and sings

              By the rushy-fringed bank,
            Where grows the Willow and the Osier dank,
              My sliding Chariot stayes,
            Thick set with Agat, and the azurn sheen
            Of Turkis blew, and Emrauld green
              That in the channell strayes,
            Whilst from off the waters fleet
            Thus I set my printless feet
            O're the Cowslips Velvet head,
              That bends not as I tread,
            Gentle swain at thy request
              I am here.

          Spir. Goddess dear
        We implore thy powerful hand
        To undo the charmed band
        Of true Virgin here distrest,
        Through the force, and through the wile
        Of unblest inchanter vile.
          Sab. Shepherd 'tis my office best
        To help insnared chastity;
        Brightest Lady look on me,
        Thus I sprinkle on thy brest
        Drops that from my fountain pure,
        I have kept of pretious cure,
        Trice upon thy fingers tip,
        Thrice upon thy rubied lip,
        Next this marble venom'd seat
        Smear'd with gumms of glutenous heat
        I touch with chaste palms moist and cold,
        Now the spell hath lost his hold;
        And I must haste ere morning hour
        To wait in Amphitrite's bowr.

         Sabrina descends, and the Lady rises out of her seat

          Spir. Virgin, daughter of Locrine