dom, and a king.

_Chorus._ Hark! the peals the people ring,
Peace, and freedom, and a king.

_Aug._ and _Tham._ To arms! to arms!

_Archon._ I lead the way!

_Merc._ Cease your alarms!
And stay, brave Archon, stay!
'Tis doomed by fate's decree,
'Tis doomed that Albion's dwelling,
All other isles excelling,
By peace shall happy be.

_Archon._ What then remains for me?

_Merc._ Take my caduceus! Take this awful wand,
With this the infernal ghosts I can command,
And strike a terror through the Stygian land.
Commonwealth will want pretences,
Sleep will creep on all his senses;
Zeal that lent him her assistance,
Stand amazed without resistance.
[ARCHON _touches_ DEMOCRACY _with a Wand._

_Dem._ I feel a lazy slumber lays me down:
Let Albion, let him take the crown.
Happy let him reign,
Till I wake again. [_Falls asleep._

_Zeal._ In vain I rage, in vain
I rouse my powers;
But I shall wake again,
I shall, to better hours.
Even in slumber will I vex him;
Still perplex him,
Still incumber:
Know, you that have adored him,
And sovereign power afford him,
We'll reap the gains
Of all your pains,
And seem to have restored him. [ZEAL _falls asleep._

_Aug._ and _Tham._ A stupifying sadness
Leaves her without motion;
But sleep will cure her madness,
And cool her to devotion.

_A double Pedestal rises: on the Front of it is painted, in
Stone-colour, two Women; one holding a double-faced Vizor; the other
a Book, representing_ HYPOCRISY _and_ FANATICISM; _when_ ARCHON _has
charmed_ DEMOCRACY _and_ ZEAL _with the Caduceus of_ MERCURY, _they
fall asleep on the Pedestal, and it sinks with them._

_Merc._ Cease, Augusta! cease thy mourning,
Happy days appear;
God-like Albion is returning
Loyal hearts to chear.
Every grace his youth adorning,
Glorious as the star of morning,
Or the planet of the year.

_Chor._ Godlike Albion is returning, &c.

_Merc._ to _Arch._ Haste away, loyal chief, haste away,
No delay, but obey;
To receive thy loved lord, haste away. [_Ex._ ARCH.

_Tham._ Medway and Isis, you that augment me,
Tides that increase my watery store,
And you that are friends to peace and plenty,
Send my merry boys all ashore;
Seamen skipping,
Mariners leaping,
Shouting, tripping,
Send my merry boys all ashore!

_A dance of Watermen in the King's and Duke's Liveries._

_The Clouds divid