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Ye Nymphs, the charge is royal,
Which you must convey;
Your hearts and hands employ all,
Hasten to obey;
When earth is grown disloyal,
Shew there's honour in the sea.

_The_ CHACON _continues._

_The Chorus of Nymphs and Tritons repeat the same Verses._

_The_ CHACON _continues._

_Two Nymphs and Tritons._

Sports and pleasures shall attend you
Through all the watry plains,
Where Neptune reigns;
Venus ready to defend you,
And her nymphs to ease your pains,
No storm shall offend you,
Passing the main;
Nor billow threat in vain
So sacred a train,
'Till the gods, that defend you,
Restore you again.

_The_ CHACON _continues._

_The Chorus repeat the same Verses,_ Sports and Pleasures _&c._

_The_ CHACON _continues._

_The two Nymphs and Tritons sing._

See, at your blest returning,
Rage disappears;
The widowed isle in mourning
Dries up her tears;
With flowers the meads adorning,
Pleasure appears,
And love dispels the nation's causeless fears.

_The_ CHACON _continues._

_The Chorus of Nymphs and Tritons repeat the same Verses,_ See at
your blest returning, _&c._

_The_ CHACON _continues._

_Then the Chorus repeat,_ See the god of Seas, _&c. And this
Chorus concludes the Act._

ACT III.

_The Scene is a View of Dover, taken from the Sea. A row of Cliffs
fill up each Side of the Stage, and the Sea the middle of it, which
runs into the Pier; Beyond the Pier, is the town of Dover; On each
side of the Town, is seen a very high hill; on one of which is the
Castle of Dover; on the other, the great stone which they call the
Devil's-Drop. Behind the Town several Hills are seen at a great
distance, which finish the View._

_Enter_ ALBION _bare-headed;_ ACACIA _or_ INNOCENCE _with him._

_Alb._ Behold, ye powers! from whom I own
A birth immortal, and a throne;
See a sacred king uncrowned,
See your offspring, Albion, bound;
The gifts, you gave with lavish hand,
Are all bestowed in vain;
Extended empire on the land,
Unbounded o'er the main.

_Aca._ Empire o'er the land and main,
Heaven, that gave, can take again;
But a mind, that's truly brave,
Stands despising
Storms arising,
And can ne'er be made a slave.

_Alb._ Unhelped I am, who pitied the distressed,
And, none oppressing, am by all oppressed;
Betrayed, forsaken, and of hope bereft.

_Aca._ Yet still the