Alban. Whatever hospitable ground
Shall be for me, unhappy exile, found,
’Till heaven vouchsafe to smile;
What land soe’er,—­
Though none so dear
As this ungrateful isle,—­
O think!  O think! no distance can remove
My vowed allegiance, and my loyal love.

Alb. and Alban. The rosy-fingered morn appears,
And from her mantle shakes her tears,
In promise of a glorious day;
The sun, returning, mortals chears,
And drives the rising mists away,
In promise of a glorious day. [Ritornelle.

The farther part of the heaven opens, and discovers a Machine; as it moves forward, the clouds which are before it divide, and shew the person of APOLLO, holding the Reins in his Hand.  As they fall lower, the Horses appear with the Rays, and a great glory about APOLLO.

Apol. All hail, ye royal pair,
The Gods’ peculiar care! 
Fear not the malice of your foes;
Their dark designing,
And combining,
Time and truth shall once expose: 
Fear not the malice of your foes.

II.

My sacred oracles assure,
The tempest shall not long endure;
But when the nation’s crimes are purged away,
Then shall you both in glory shine;
Propitious both, and both divine;
In lustre equal to the god of day.
                                  [APOLLO goes forward out of sight.

NEPTUNE rises out of the Water, and a Train of Rivers, Tritons, and
Sea-Nymphs attend him.

Tham. Old father Ocean calls my tide;
Come away, come away;
The barks upon the billows ride,
The master will not stay;
The merry boatswain from his side
His whistle takes, to check and chide
The lingering lads’ delay,
And all the crew aloud have cried,
Come away, come away.

See, the god of seas attends thee,
Nymphs divine, a beauteous train;
All the calmer gales befriend thee,
In thy passage o’er the main;
Every maid her locks is binding,
Every Triton’s horn is winding;
Welcome to the watry plain!

          CHACON[3].

  Two Nymphs and Tritons sing.

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.