_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.
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