_The Cave of_ PROTEUS _rises out of the Sea; it consists of several
arches of Rock-work adorned with mother-of-pearl, coral, and
abundance of shells of various kinds. Through the arches is seen the
Sea, and parts of Dover-pier; in the middle of the Cave is_ PROTEUS
_asleep on a rock adorned with shells, &c. like the Cave._ ALBION
_and_ ACACIA _seize on him; and while a symphony is playing, he
sinks as they are bringing him forward, and changes himself into a
Lion, a Crocodile, a Dragon, and then to his own shape again; he
comes forward to the front of the stage, and sings._

SYMPHONY.

_Pro._ Albion, loved of gods and men,
Prince of peace, too mildly reigning,
Cease thy sorrow and complaining;
Thou shall be restored again:
Albion, loved of gods and men.

II.

Still thou art the care of heaven,
In thy youth to exile driven;
Heaven thy ruin then prevented,
'Till the guilty land repented.
In thy age, when none could aid thee,
Foes conspired, and friends betrayed thee;
To the brink of danger driven,
Still thou art the care of heaven.

_Alb._ To whom shall I my preservation owe?

_Pro._ Ask me no more; for 'tis by Neptune's foe.[8]

PROTEUS _descends._

DEMOCRACY _and_ ZELOTA _return with their faction._

_Dem._ Our seeming friends, who joined alone,
To pull down one, and build another throne,
Are all dispersed and gone;
We brave republic souls remain.

_Zel._ And 'tis by us that Albion must be slain;
Say, whom shall we employ
The tyrant to destroy?

_Dem._ That Archer is by fate designed,
With one eye clear, and t'other blind.

_Zel._ He comes inspired to do't.

_Omnes._ Shoot, holy Cyclop, shoot.

_The one-eyed Archer advances, the rest follow. A fire arises
betwixt them and_ ALBION.[9]
[_Ritornel._

_Dem._ Lo! heaven and earth combine
To blast our bold design.
What miracles are shewn!
Nature's alarmed,
And fires are armed,
To guard the sacred throne.

_Zel._ What help, when jarring elements conspire,
To punish our audacious crimes?
Retreat betimes,
To shun the avenging fire.

_Chor._ To shun the avenging fire. [_Ritor._

_As they are going back, a fire arises from behind; they all sink
together._[10]

_Alb._ Let our tuneful accents upwards move,
Till they reach the vaulted arch of those above;
Let us adore them;
Let us fall before them.

_Acac._ Kings they mad