e, and kings they love.
When they protect a rightful monarch's reign,
The gods in heaven, the gods on earth maintain.

_Both._ When they protect, &c.

_Alb._ But see, what glories gild the main!

_Acac._ Bright Venus brings Albanius back again,
With all the Loves and Graces in her train.

_A machine rises out of the sea; it opens, and discovers_ VENUS
_and_ ALBANIUS _sitting in a great scallop-shell, richly adorned._
VENUS _is attended by the Loves and Graces,_ ALBANIUS _by Heroes;
the shell is drawn by dolphins; it moves forward, while a symphony
of flutes-doux, &c. is playing, till it lands them on the stage, and
then it closes and sinks._

VENUS _sings._

Albion, hail! the gods present thee
All the richest of their treasures,
Peace and pleasures,
To content thee,
Dancing their eternal measures. [_Graces and Loves dance an entry._

_Venus._ But, above all human blessing,
Take a warlike loyal brother,
Never prince had such another;
Conduct, courage, truth expressing,
All heroic worth possessing. [_Here the Heroes' dance is performed._

_Chor. of all._ But above all, &c. [_Ritor._

_Whilst a Symphony is playing, a very large, and a very glorious
Machine descends; the figure of it oval, all the clouds shining with
gold, abundance of Angels and Cherubins flying about them, and
playing in them; in the midst of it sits_ APOLLO _on a throne of
gold; he comes from the machine to_ ALBION.

_Phoeb._ From Jove's imperial court,
Where all the gods resort,
In awful counsel met,
Surprising news I bear;
Albion the great
Must change his seat,
For he is adopted there.

_Venus._ What stars above shall we displace?
Where shall he fill a room divine?

_Nept._ Descended from the sea-gods' race,
Let him by my Orion shine.

_Phoeb._ No, not by that tempestuous sign;
Betwixt the Balance and the Maid,
The just,
August,
And peaceful shade,
Shall shine in heaven with beams displayed,
While great Albanius is on earth obeyed.

_Venus._ Albanius, lord of land and main,
Shall with fraternal virtues reign;
And add his own,
To fill the throne;
Adored and feared, and loved no less;
In war victorious, mild in peace,
The joy of man, and Jove's increase.

_Acac._ O thou! who mountest the aethereal throne,
Be kind and happy to thy own;
Now Albion is come,
The people of the sky
Run gazing, and cry,--Make room,
Make room, make room,
Make room for our new deity!