e Good Old Cause in hell.

_Plu._ Dear pledges of a flame not yet forgot,
Say, what on earth has been your lot?

_Dem._ and _Zel._ The wealth of Albion's isle was ours,
Augusta stooped with all her stately towers.

_Dem._ Democracy kept nobles under.

_Zel._ Zeal from the pulpit roared like thunder.

_Dem._ I trampled on the state.

_Zel._ I lorded o'er the gown.

_Dem._ and _Zel._ We both in triumph sate,
Usurpers of the crown.
But oh, prodigious turn of fate!
Heaven controuling,
Sent us rolling, rolling down.

_Plu._ I wondered how of late our Acherontic shore
Grew thin, and hell unpeopled of her store;
Charon, for want of use, forgot his oar.
The souls of bodies dead flew all sublime,
And hither none returned to purge a crime:
But now I see, since Albion is restored,
Death has no business, nor the vengeful sword.
'Tis too, too much that here I lie
From glorious empire hurled;
By Jove excluded from the sky;
By Albion from the world.

_Dem._ Were common-wealth restored again,
Thou shouldst have millions of the slain
To fill thy dark abode.

_Zel._ For he a race of rebels sends,
And Zeal the path of heaven pretends,
But still mistakes the road.

_Plu._ My labouring thought
At length hath wrought
A bravely bold design,
In which you both shall join.
In borrowed shapes to earth return;
Thou, Common-wealth, a Patriot seem,
Thou, Zeal, like true Religion burn,
To gain the giddy crowd's esteem.--
Alecto, thou to fair Augusta go,
And all thy snakes into her bosom throw.

_Dem._ Spare some, to fling
Where they may sting
The breast of Albion's king.

_Zel._ Let jealousies so well be mixed,
That great Albanius be unfixed.

_Plu._ Forbear your vain attempts, forbear:
Hell can have no admittance there;
The people's fear will serve as well,
Make him suspected, them rebel.

_Zel._ You've all forgot
To forge a plot,
In seeming care of Albion's life;
Inspire the crowd
With clamours loud,
To involve his brother and his wife.

_Alec._ Take, of a thousand souls at thy command,
The basest, blackest of the Stygian band,
One, that will swear to all they can invent,
So thoroughly damned, that he can ne'er repent:
One, often sent to earth,
And still at every birth
He took a deeper stain:
One, that in Adam's time was Cain;
One, that was burnt in Sodom's flame,
For crimes even here too black to name:
One, who through every form of ill has run:
One, who in Naboth's days was Belial's son;
One,