Aseb. Freedom is a bait alluring;
Them betraying, us securing,
258 While to sovereign power we soar.
Zel. Old delusions, new repeated,
Shews them born but to be cheated,
As their fathers were before.
Six Sectaries begin a formal affected Dance; the two gravest whisper the other four, and draw them into the Plot; they pull out and deliver Libels to them, which they receive.
Dem. See friendless Albion there alone,
Without defence
But innocence;
Albanius now is gone.
Tyr. Say then, what must be done?
Dem. The gods have put him in our hand[5].
Zel. He must be slain.
Tyr. But who shall then command?
Dem. 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.