_ The people; for the right returns to those.
Who did the trust impose.
_Tyr._ 'Tis fit another sun should rise,
To cheer the world, and light the skies.
_Dem._ But when the sun
His race has run,
And neither cheers the world, nor lights the skies,
'Tis fit a common-wealth of stars should rise.
_Aseb._ Each noble vice
Shall bear a price,
And virtue shall a drug become;
An empty name
Was all her fame,
But now she shall be dumb.
_Zel._ If open vice be what you drive at,
A name so broad we'll ne'er connive at.
Saints love vice, but, more refinedly,
Keep her close, and use her kindly.
_Tyr._ Fall on.
_Dem._ Fall on; e'er Albion's death, we'll try,
If one or many shall his room supply.
_The White Boys dance about the Saints; the Saints draw out the
Association, and offer it to them; they refuse it, and quarrel about
it; then the White Boys and Saints fall into a confused dance,
imitating fighting. The White Boys, at the end of the dance, being
driven out by the Sectaries, with Protestant Flails.[6]_
_Alb._ See the gods my cause defending,
When all human help was past!
_Acac._ Factions mutually contending,
By each other fall at last.
_Alb._ But is not yonder Proteus' cave,
Below that steep,
Which rising billows brave?
_Acac._ It is; and in it lies the god asleep;
And snorting by,
We may descry
The monsters of the deep.
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