 | Albion Restored, or Time turned Oculist |  |
SCENE IV.
The Temple of Fortune.Fortune seated on her wheel, surrounded by Comus, Bacchus, and their companions, &c.
The Sage enters with Minerva.
Comus &c. kneel to Fortune.
AIR.
COMUS.
Great Fortune thus beneath thy shrine.
We bow, and own thy power divine,
Our queen, our goddess prove;
From thee rich gifts for ever flow,
Thy blessings then on us bestow,
Let us thy favour move.
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Queen of blessings here below,
We thy humble suppliants bow
[Fortune bestows her favours around, at last crowns Folly with a laurel crown.]
Time descends.
AIR.
TIME.
Great Fortune shall bestow no more,
Laurel crowns on every fool;
This juice her sight shall soon restore,
Her future gifts shall reason rule.
[Time advances with a vial, and applies the juice to Fortune's eyes.]
[Fortune suddenly sees, plucks with rage the crown from Folly's head, and, together with Time, &c. drives Comus, Bacchus, &c. off the stage.]
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TIME.
Ye sons of freedom rise,
From drowsy slumbers wake!
The Gallic chain despise,
Your honour's now at stake.
From drowsy slumbers wake!
The Gallic chain despise,
Your honour's now at stake.
Let thirst of fame your bosoms fill,
Great Albion's sons shall conquer still.
Great Albion's sons shall conquer still.
Long hath their tow'ring pride,
Aspir'd to rule the main;
Our fertile lands divide,
Despotic pow'r maintain.
Aspir'd to rule the main;
Our fertile lands divide,
Despotic pow'r maintain.
Unite, assert your ancient claim,
Still Albion's sons are dear to fame.
Still Albion's sons are dear to fame.
Stern Neptune vows with scorn,
(For Gaul's insulting boasts)
Their spoils shall soon adorn
Fair Albion's happy coasts.
(For Gaul's insulting boasts)
Their spoils shall soon adorn
Fair Albion's happy coasts.
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Glory each free born breast shall fill,
And Albion's sons shall conquer still.
[Exeunt]
And Albion's sons shall conquer still.
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