Straight rose the lovely Morn, that up did raise Fair-veil'd Nausicaa, whose dream her praise To admiration took; who no time spent To give the rapture of her vision vent To her loved parents, whom she found within. Her mother set at fire, who had to spin A rock, whose tincture with sea-purple shined; Her maids about her. But she chanced to find Her father going abroad, to council call'd By his grave Senate; and to him exhaled Her smother'd bosom was:--"Loved sire," said she, "Will you not now command a coach for me, Stately and complete? fit for me to bear To wash at flood the weeds I cannot wear Before re-purified? Yourself it fits To wear fair weeds, as every man that sits In place of council. And five sons you have, Two wed, three bachelors, that must be brave In every day's shift, that they may go dance; For these three last with these things must advance Their states in marriage; and who else but I, Their sister, should their dancing rites supply?" This general cause she shew'd, and would not name Her mind of nuptials to her sire, for shame. He understood her yet, and thus replied:-- "Daughter! nor these, nor any grace beside, I either will deny thee, or defer, Mules, nor a coach, of state and circular, Fitting at all parts. Go; my servants shall Serve thy desires, and thy command in all." The servants then commanded soon obey'd, Fetch'd coach, and mules join'd in it. Then the Maid Brought from the chamber her rich weeds, and laid All up in coach; in which her mother placed A maund of victuals, varied well in taste, And other junkets. Wine she likewise fill'd Within a goat-skin bottle, and distill'd Sweet and moist oil into a golden cruse, Both for her daughter's and her handmaid's use, To soften their bright bodies, when they rose Cleansed from their cold baths. Up to coach then goes Th' observed Maid; takes both the scourge and reins; And to her side her handmaid straight attains. Nor these alone, but other virgins, graced The nuptial chariot. The whole bevy placed, Nausicaa scourged to make the coach-mules run, That neigh'd, and paced their usual speed, and soon Both maids and weeds brought to the river-side, Where baths for all the year their use supplied. Whose waters were so pure they would not stain, But still ran fair forth; and did more remain Apt to purge stains, for that purged stain within, Which by the water's pure store was not seen. These, here arrived, the mules uncoach'd, and drave Up the gulfy river's shore, that gave Sweet grass to them. The maids from coach then took Their clothes, and steep'd them in the sable brook; Then put them into springs, and trod them clean With cleanly feet; adventuring wagers then, Who should have soonest and most cleanly done. When having thoroughly cleansed, they spread them on The flood's shore, all in order. And then, where