_Chorus._ Hark! the peals the people ring,
Peace, and freedom, and a king.
_Aug._ and _Tham._ To arms! to arms!
_Archon._ I lead the way!
_Merc._ Cease your alarms!
And stay, brave Archon, stay!
'Tis doomed by fate's decree,
'Tis doomed that Albion's dwelling,
All other isles excelling,
By peace shall happy be.
_Archon._ What then remains for me?
_Merc._ Take my caduceus! Take this awful wand,
With this the infernal ghosts I can command,
And strike a terror through the Stygian land.
Commonwealth will want pretences,
Sleep will creep on all his senses;
Zeal that lent him her assistance,
Stand amazed without resistance.
[ARCHON _touches_ DEMOCRACY _with a Wand._
_Dem._ I feel a lazy slumber lays me down:
Let Albion, let him take the crown.
Happy let him reign,
Till I wake again. [_Falls asleep._
_Zeal._ In vain I rage, in vain
I rouse my powers;
But I shall wake again,
I shall, to better hours.
Even in slumber will I vex him;
Still perplex him,
Still incumber:
Know, you that have adored him,
And sovereign power afford him,
We'll reap the gains
Of all your pains,
And seem to have restored him. [ZEAL _falls asleep._
_Aug._ and _Tham._ A stupifying sadness
Leaves her without motion;
But sleep will cure her madness,
And cool her to devotion.
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