_Enter_ DEMOCRACY _and_ ZELOTA; _one represents a Patriot, the
other, Religion._
_Dem._ Let not thy generous passion waste its rage,
But once again restore our golden age;
Still to weep and to complain,
Does but more provoke disdain.
Let public good
Inflame thy blood;
With crowds of warlike people thou art stored.
And heaps of gold;
Reject thy old,
And to thy bed receive another lord.
_Zel._ Religion shall thy bonds release,
For heaven can loose, as well as tie all;
And when 'tis for the nation's peace,
A king is but a king on trial;
When love is lost, let marriage end,
And leave a husband for a friend.
_Dem._ With jealousy swarming,
The people are arming,
The frights of oppression invade them.
_Zel._ If they fall to relenting,
For fear of repenting,
Religion shall help to persuade them.
_Aug._ No more, no more temptations use
To bend my will;
How hard a task 'tis to refuse
A pleasing ill!
_Dem._ Maintain the seeming duty of a wife,
A modest show with jealous eyes deceive;
Affect a fear for hated Albion's life,
And for imaginary dangers grieve.
_Zel._ His foes already stand protected,
His friends by public fame suspected,
Albanius must forsake his isle;
A plot, contrived in happy hour,
Bereaves him of his royal power,
For heaven to mourn, and hell to smile.
_The former Scene continues._
_Enter_ ALBION _and_ ALBANIUS _with a train.
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