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 This is meere morall babble, and direct' Againt the canon laws of our foundation, I mut not uffer this, yet 'tis but the lees And etlings of a melancholy blood; But this will cure all treight, one ip of this Will bathe the drooping pirits in delight Beyond the blie of dreams. Be wie, and tat.—


 * The brothers ruh in with words drawne, wrest his
 * glae out of his hand, and breake it againt the
 * ground; his rout make igne of reistance, but are
 * all driven in; the attendant Spirit comes in.


 * Spir. What, have you let the fale enchanter cape?

O yee mitooke, yee hould have natched his wand And bound him fat; without his rod revers't, And backward mutters of dievering power Wee cannot free the Ladie that its here In tonie fetters fixt, and motionlee; Yet tay, be not diturb'd, now I bethinke me, Some other meanes I have which may be us'd, Which once of Melibœus old I learnt The oothet hepheard that ere pipe't on plains.
 * There is a gentle nymph not farre from hence

That with moit curb ways the mooth Severn tream, Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure, Whilome hee was the daughter of Locrine, That had the cepter from his father Brute. She guiltlee damell flying the mad puruit Of her enraged tepdam Guendolen Commended her faire innocence to the flood That tay'd her flight with his croe-flowing coure, The