Plu. Take him,
Make him
What you please;
For he can be
A rogue with ease. 
One for mighty mischief born;
He can swear, and be forsworn.

Plu. and Alect. Take him, make him what you please; For he can be a rogue with ease.

Plu. Let us laugh, let us laugh, let us laugh at our woes,
The wretch that is damned has nothing to lose.—­
Ye furies, advance
With the ghosts in a dance. 
’Tis a jubilee when the world is in trouble;
When people rebel,
We frolic in hell;
But when the king falls, the pleasure is double.
                                 [A single entry of a Devil, followed
                                  by an entry of twelve Devils.

Chorus. Let us laugh, let us laugh, let us laugh at our woes, The wretch that is damned hath nothing to lose.

The Scene changes to a Prospect taken from the middle of the Thames; one side of it begins at York-Stairs, thence to White-Hall, and the Mill-bank, &c.  The other from the Saw-mill, thence to the Bishop’s Palace, and on as far as can be seen in a clear day.

Enter AUGUSTA:  She has a Snake in her Bosom hanging down.

Aug. O jealousy, thou raging ill,
Why hast thou found a room in lovers’ hearts,
Afflicting what thou canst not kill,
And poisoning love himself, with his own darts? 
I find my Albion’s heart is gone,
My first offences yet remain,
Nor can repentance love regain;
One writ in sand, alas, in marble one. 
I rave, I rave! my spirits boil
Like flames increased, and mounting high with pouring oil;
Disdain and love succeed by turns;
One freezes me, and t’other burns; it burns. 
Away, soft love, thou foe to rest! 
Give hate the full possession of my breast. 
Hate is the nobler passion far,
When love is ill repaid;
For at one blow it ends the war,
And cures the love-sick maid.

  Enter DEMOCRACY and ZELOTA; one represents a Patriot, the
  other, Religion.

Dem. Let not thy generous passion waste its rage,
But once again restore our golden age;
Still to weep and to complain,
Does but more provoke disdain. 
Let public good
Inflame thy blood;
With crowds of warlike people thou art stored. 
And heaps of gold;
Reject thy old,
And to thy bed receive another lord.

Zel. Religion shall thy bonds release,
For heaven can loose, as well as tie all;
And when ’tis for the nation’s peace,
A king is but a king on trial;
When love is lost, let marriage end,
And leave a husband for a friend.

Dem. With jealousy swarming,
The people are arming,
The frights of oppression invade them.

Zel. If they fall to relenting,
For fear of repenting,
Religion shall help to persuade them.