The CHACON continues.

  The Chorus repeat the same Verses, Sports and Pleasures _&c._

  The CHACON continues.

  The two Nymphs and Tritons sing.

See, at your blest returning,
      Rage disappears;
The widowed isle in mourning
      Dries up her tears;
    With flowers the meads adorning,
      Pleasure appears,
And love dispels the nation’s causeless fears.

  The CHACON continues.

  The Chorus of Nymphs and Tritons repeat the same Verses, See at
  your blest returning, _&c._

  The CHACON continues.

  Then the Chorus repeat, See the god of Seas, _&c.  And this
  Chorus concludes the Act._

ACT III.

The Scene is a View of Dover, taken from the Sea.  A row of Cliffs fill up each Side of the Stage, and the Sea the middle of it, which runs into the Pier; Beyond the Pier, is the town of Dover; On each side of the Town, is seen a very high hill; on one of which is the Castle of Dover; on the other, the great stone which they call the Devil’s-Drop.  Behind the Town several Hills are seen at a great distance, which finish the View.

  Enter ALBION bare-headed; ACACIA or INNOCENCE with him.

Alb. Behold, ye powers! from whom I own
A birth immortal, and a throne;
See a sacred king uncrowned,
See your offspring, Albion, bound;
The gifts, you gave with lavish hand,
Are all bestowed in vain;
Extended empire on the land,
Unbounded o’er the main.

Aca. Empire o’er the land and main,
Heaven, that gave, can take again;
But a mind, that’s truly brave,
Stands despising
Storms arising,
And can ne’er be made a slave.

Alb. Unhelped I am, who pitied the distressed, And, none oppressing, am by all oppressed; Betrayed, forsaken, and of hope bereft.

Aca. Yet still the gods, and Innocence are left.

Alb. Ah! what canst thou avail,
Against rebellion armed with zeal,
And faced with public good? 
O monarchs, see
Your fate in me! 
To rule by love,
To shed no blood,
May be extolled above;
But here below,
Let princes know,
’Tis fatal to be good.

Chorus of both. To rule by love, _&c._

Aca. Your father Neptune, from the seas,
Has Nereids and blue Tritons sent,
To charm your discontent.

  Nereids rise out of the Sea, and sing; Tritons dance.

From the low palace of old father Ocean,
Come we in pity your cares to deplore;
Sea-racing dolphins are trained for our motion,
Moony tides swelling to roll us ashore.

  II.

Every nymph of the flood, her tresses rending,
Throws off her armlet of pearl in the main;
Neptune in anguish his charge unattending,
Vessels are foundering, and vows are in vain.