Albion and Albanius an opera ... / written by Mr. Dryden.
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Title
Albion and Albanius an opera ... / written by Mr. Dryden.
Author
Dryden, John, 1631-1700.
Publication
London :: Printed for Jacob Tonson ...,
1685.
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Operas -- Librettos.
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"Albion and Albanius an opera ... / written by Mr. Dryden." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A36588.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 4, 2024.
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Whilst a Simphony is playing; a very large, and a very glorious
Machine descends: The figure of it Oval, all the Clouds shi∣ning
with Gold, abundance of Angels and Cherubins flying a∣bout
'em, and playing in 'em; in the midst of it sits Apollo
on a Throne of Gold: he comes from the Machine to Albion.
Phoeb.
From Iove's Imperial Court,Where all the Gods resort;In awful Council met,Surprizing news I bear:Albion the Great,Must change his Seat,For Hee's adopted there.
Ven.
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 Heav'n with Beams display'd,While great Albanius is on Earth obey'd:
Ven.
Albanius Lord of Land and Main,Shall with fraternal vertues Reign;
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And add his own,To fill the Throne;Ador'd and fear'd, and lov'd no less:In VVar Victorious, mild in Peace,The joy of men, and Iove's increase.
Acacia.
O Thou! Who mount'st th' 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 for our new Deity.
Here Albion mounts the Machine, which moves up∣ward
slowly.
A full Chorus of all that Acacia sung.
Ven.
Behold what Triumphs are prepar'd to graceThy glorious Race,Where Love and Honour claim an equal place;Already are they fixt by Fate,And only ripening Ages wait.
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