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To bind your mortar with, or fill our colons With rich blood, or make brawn out of our gristles,
In policy-ask else your royal SolonsYou ought to give us hog-wash and clean straw, And sties well thatched; besides, it is the law !
This is sedition, and rank blasphemy!
Enter a GUARD.
Your sacred Majesty ?
Call in the Jews, Solomon the court porkman, Moses the sow-gelder, and Zephaniah the hog
They are in waiting, sire.
Enter Solomon, Moses, and ZEPHANIAH.
Out with your knife, old Moses, and spay those sows
(The Pigs run about in consternation. That load the earth with pigs ; cut close and deep. Moral restraint I see has no effect, Nor prostitution, nor our own example, Starvation, typhus-fever, war, nor prison.
This was the art which the arch-priest of
Famine Hinted at in his charge to the Theban clergy. Cut close and deep, good Moses.
Let your majesty
Keep the boars quiet, else
Zephaniah, cut That fat hog's throat, the brute seems overfed ; Seditious hunks! to wbine for want of grains.
Your sacred majesty, he has the dropsy.
'Tis all the same.
Why, your majesty,
I could not give
Kill them out of the way, That shall be price enough, and let me hear Their everlasting grunts and whines no more !
(Exeunt, driving in the Swine.
Enter Mammon, the Arch-Priest ; and PURGANAX, Chief
of the Council of Wizards.
The future looks as black as death, a cloud,
Why what's the matter, my dear fellow, now?
0, would that this were all! The oracle !
Why it was I who spoke that oracle,
The words went thus: “ Bæotia, choose reform or civil war, When through the streets, instead of bare with dogs. A Consort-Queen shall hunt a King with hogs, Riding on the Ionian Minotaur.”
Now if the oracle had ne'er foretold
You arch-priests Believe in nothing; if you were to dream Of a particular number in the lottery, You would not buy the ticket !
Yet our tickets Are seldom blanks. But what steps have you
taken ? For prophecies, when once they get abroad, Like liars who tell the truth to serve their ends, Or hypocrites, who, from assuming virtue, Do the same actions that the virtuous do, Contrive their own fulfilment. This IonaWell-you know what the chaste Pasiphae did, Wife to that most religious king of Crete, And still how popular the tale is here ; And these dull swine of Thebes boast their de.
scent From the free Minotaur. You know they still Call themselves bulls, though thus degenerate ; And every thing relating to a bull Is popular and respectable in Thebes : Their arms are seven bulls in a field gules ; They think their strength consists in eating beef : Now there were danger in the precedent If Queen Iona
I have taken good care That shall not be. I struck the crust o'the carth With this enchanted rod, and Hell lay bare ! And from a cavern full of ugly shapes, I chose a Leech, a GADFLY, and a Rat. The gadfly was the same which Juno sent