Ock coming in perceives, and thus doth her perswade:
‘Now Neptune shield, bright nymph, thy beauty should be made
‘The object of her scorn, which (for thou can’st not be
‘Upon the southern side so absolute as she)
‘Will awe thee in thy course. Wherefore, fair flood, recoil,
‘And where thou may’st alone be sov’reign of the soil,
‘There exercise thy pow’r, thy braveries and display:
‘Turn, Towridge, let us back to the Sabrinian sea,
‘Where Thetis’ handmaids still, in that recourseful deep,
‘With those rough Gods of sea continual revels keep;