Enter TYRANNY, DEMOCRACY, represented by Men, attended by ASEBIA
  and ZELOTA, Women._

Tyr. Ha, ha! ’tis what so long I wished and vowed: 
Our plots and delusions
Have wrought such confusions,
That the monarch’s a slave to the crowd.

Dem. A design we fomented,—­

Tyr. By hell it was new!

Dem. A false plot invented,—­

Tyr. To cover a true.

Dem. First with promised faith we flattered.

Tyr. Then jealousies and fears we scattered.

Aseb. We never valued right and wrong, But as they served our cause.

Zel. Our business was to please the throng, And court their wild applause;

Aseb. For this we bribed the lawyer’s tongue.  And then destroyed the laws.

Cho. For this, &c.

Tyr. To make him safe, we made his friends our prey;

Dem. To make him great, we scorned his royal sway,—­

Tyr. And to confirm his crown, we took his heir away.

Dem. To encrease his store, We kept him poor;

Tyr. And when to wants we had betrayed him,
To keep him low,
Pronounced a foe,
Whoe’er presumed to aid him.

Aseb. But you forget the noblest part,
And master piece of all your art,—­
You told him he was sick at heart.

Zel. And when you could not work belief
In Albion of the imagined grief;
Your perjured vouchers, in a breath,
Made oath, that he was sick to death;
And then five hundred quacks of skill
Resolved, ’twas fit he should be ill.

Aseb. Now hey for a common-wealth,
We merrily drink and sing! 
’Tis to the nation’s health,
For every man’s a king.

Zel. Then let the mask begin,
The Saints advance,
To fill the dance,
And the Property Boys come in.

  The Boys in white begin a Fantastic Dance[4].

Cho. Let the saints ascend the throne.

Dem. Saints have wives, and wives have preachers,
Gifted men, and able teachers;
These to get, and those to own.

Cho. Let the saints ascend the throne.

Aseb. Freedom is a bait alluring;
Them betraying, us securing,
While to sovereign power we soar.

Zel. Old delusions, new repeated,
Shews them born but to be cheated,
As their fathers were before.

  Six Sectaries begin a formal affected Dance; the two gravest
  whisper the other four, and draw them into the Plot; they pull out
  and deliver Libels to them, which they receive.

Dem. See friendless Albion there alone,
Without defence
But innocence;
Albanius now is gone.

Tyr. Say then, what must be done?

Dem. The gods have put him in our hand[5].