llured me,
Both assured me.
Both betrayed me!

_Merc._ Suppose me sent
Thy Albion to restore,--
Can'st thou repent?

_Aug._ My falsehood I deplore!

_Tham._ Thou seest her mourn, and I
With all my waters will her tears supply.

_Merc._ Then by some loyal deed regain
Thy long-lost reputation,
To wash away the stain
That blots a noble nation,
And free thy famous town again
From force of usurpation.

_Chorus of all._ We'll wash away the stain
That blots a noble nation,
And free this famous town again
From force of usurpation. [_Dance of the Followers of_ MERCURY.

_Aug._ Behold Democracy and Zeal appear;
She, that allured my heart away,
And he, that after made a prey.

_Merc._ Resist, and do not fear!

_Chorus of all._ Resist, and do not fear!

_Enter_ DEMOCRACY _and_ ZEAL _attended by_ ARCHON.

_Democ._ Nymph of the city! bring thy treasures,
Bring me more
To waste in pleasures.

_Aug._ Thou hast exhausted all my store,
And I can give no more.

_Zeal._ Thou horny flood, for Zeal provide
A new supply; and swell thy moony tide,
That on thy buxom back the floating gold may glide.

_Tham._ Not all the gold the southern sun produces,
Or treasures of the famed Levant,
Suffice for pious uses,
To feed the sacred hunger of a saint!

_Democ._ Woe to the vanquished, woe!
Slave as thou art,
Thy wealth impart,
And me thy victor know!

_Zeal._ And me thy victor know.
Resistless arms are in my hand,
Thy bars shall burst at my command,
Thy tory head lie low.
Woe to the vanquished, woe!

_Aug._ Were I not bound by fate
For ever, ever here,
My walls I would translate
To some more happy sphere,
Removed from servile fear.

_Tham._ Removed from servile fear.
Would I could disappear,
And sink below the main;
For commonwealth's a load,
My old imperial flood
Shall never, never bear again.
A commonwealth's a load, } THAMES. _and_
Our old imperial flood, } AUG. _together._
Shall never, never, never, bear again. }

_Dem._ Pull down her gates, expose her bare;
I must enjoy the proud disdainful fair.
Haste, Archon, haste
To lay her waste[1]!

_Zeal._ I'll hold her fast
To be embraced!

_Dem._ And she shall see
A thousand tyrants are in thee,
A thousand thousand more in me!

_Archon._ to _Aug._ From the Caledonian shore
Hither am I come to save thee,
Not to force or to enslave thee,
But thy Albion to restore:
Hark! the peals the people ring,
Peace, and free