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!

  Here ALBION mounts the machine, which moves upward slowly.

  A full chorus of all that ACACIA sung.

Ven. Behold what triumphs are prepared to grace
Thy glorious race,
Where love and honour claim an equal place;
Already they are fixed by fate,
And only ripening ages wait.

The Scene changes to a Walk of very high trees; at the end of the Walk is a view of that part of Windsor, which faces Eton; in the midst of it is a row of small trees, which lead to the Castle-Hill.  In the first scene, part of the Town and part of the Hill.  In the next, the Terrace Walk, the King’s lodgings, and the upper part of St George’s chapel, then the keep; and, lastly, that part of the Castle beyond the keep.

  In the air is a vision of the Honours of the Garter; the Knights in
  procession, and the King under a canopy; beyond this, the upper end
  of St George’s hall.

FAME rises out of the middle of the Stage, standing on a Globe, on which is the Arms of England:  the Globe rests on a Pedestal; on the front of the Pedestal in drawn a Man with a long, lean, pale face, with fiends’ wings, and snakes twisted round his body; he is encompassed by several fanatical rebellious heads, who suck poison from him, which runs out of a tap in his side.[11]

Fame. Renown, assume thy trumpet! 
From pole to pole resounding