nce,
And the Property Boys come in.

_The Boys in white begin a Fantastic Dance[4]._

_Cho._ Let the saints ascend the throne.

_Dem._ Saints have wives, and wives have preachers,
Gifted men, and able teachers;
These to get, and those to own.

_Cho._ Let the saints ascend the throne.

_Aseb._ Freedom is a bait alluring;
Them betraying, us securing,
While to sovereign power we soar.

_Zel._ Old delusions, new repeated,
Shews them born but to be cheated,
As their fathers were before.

_Six Sectaries begin a formal affected Dance; the two gravest
whisper the other four, and draw them into the Plot; they pull out
and deliver Libels to them, which they receive._

_Dem._ See friendless Albion there alone,
Without defence
But innocence;
Albanius now is gone.

_Tyr._ Say then, what must be done?

_Dem._ The gods have put him in our hand[5].

_Zel._ He must be slain.

_Tyr._ But who shall then command?

_Dem._ The people; for the right returns to those.
Who did the trust impose.

_Tyr._ 'Tis fit another sun should rise,
To cheer the world, and light the skies.

_Dem._ But when the sun
His race has run,
And neither cheers the world, nor lights the skies,
'Tis fit a common-wealth of stars should rise.

_Aseb._ Each noble vice
Shall bear a price,
And virtue shall a drug become;
An empty name
Was all her fame,
But now she shall be dumb.

_Zel._ If open vice be what you drive at,
A name so broad we'll ne'er connive at.
Saints love vice, but, more refinedly,
Keep her close, and use her kindly.

_Tyr._ Fall on.

_Dem._ Fall on; e'er Albion's death, we'll try,
If one or many shall his room supply.

_The White Boys dance about the Saints; the Saints draw out the
Association, and offer it to them; they refuse it, and quarrel about
it; then the White Boys and Saints fall into a confused dance,
imitating fighting. The White Boys, at the end of the dance, being
driven out by the Sectaries, with Protestant Flails.[6]_

_Alb._ See the gods my cause defending,
When all human help was past!

_Acac._ Factions mutually contending,
By each other fall at last.

_Alb._ But is not yonder Proteus' cave,
Below that steep,
Which rising billows brave?

_Acac._ It is; and in it lies the god asleep;
And snorting by,
We may descry
The monsters of the deep.

_Alb._ He knows the past,
And can resolve the future too.

_Acac._ 'Tis true!
But hold him fast,
For he can change his hue.[7]