_The Scene changes to a Prospect taken from the middle of the Thames; one side of it begins at York-Stairs, thence to White-Hall, and the Mill-bank, &c. The other from the Saw-mill, thence to the Bishop's Palace, and on as far as can be seen in a clear day._ _Enter_ AUGUSTA: _She has a Snake in her Bosom hanging down._ _Aug._ O jealousy, thou raging ill, Why hast thou found a room in lovers' hearts, Afflicting what thou canst not kill, And poisoning love himself, with his own darts? I find my Albion's heart is gone, My first offences yet remain, Nor can repentance love regain; One writ in sand, alas, in marble one. I rave, I rave! my spirits boil Like flames increased, and mounting high with pouring oil; Disdain and love succeed by turns; One freezes me, and t'other burns; it burns. Away, soft love, thou foe to rest! Give hate the full possession of my breast. Hate is the nobler passion far, When love is ill repaid; For at one blow it ends the war, And cures the love-sick maid. _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._ _Alb._ Then Zeal and Common-wealth infest My land again; The fumes of madness, that possest The people's giddy brain, Once more disturb the nation's rest, And dye rebellion in a deeper stain. II. Will they at length awake the sleeping sword, And force revenge from their offended lord? How long, ye gods, how long Can royal patience bear The insults and wrong Of madmen's jealousies, and causeless fear? III.