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_Dem._ Our seeming friends, who joined alone,
To pull down one, and build another throne,
Are all dispersed and gone;
We brave republic souls remain.
_Zel._ And 'tis by us that Albion must be slain;
Say, whom shall we employ
The tyrant to destroy?
_Dem._ That Archer is by fate designed,
With one eye clear, and t'other blind.
_Zel._ He comes inspired to do't.
_Omnes._ Shoot, holy Cyclop, shoot.
_The one-eyed Archer advances, the rest follow. A fire arises
betwixt them and_ ALBION.[9]
[_Ritornel._
_Dem._ Lo! heaven and earth combine
To blast our bold design.
What miracles are shewn!
Nature's alarmed,
And fires are armed,
To guard the sacred throne.
_Zel._ What help, when jarring elements conspire,
To punish our audacious crimes?
Retreat betimes,
To shun the avenging fire.
_Chor._ To shun the avenging fire. [_Ritor._
_As they are going back, a fire arises from behind; they all sink
together._[10]
_Alb._ Let our tuneful accents upwards move,
Till they reach the vaulted arch of those above;
Let us adore them;
Let us fall before them.
_Acac._ Kings they made, and kings they love.
When they protect a rightful monarch's reign,
The gods in heaven, the gods on earth maintain.
_Both._ When they protect, &c.
_Alb._ But see, what glories gild the main!
_Acac.
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