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Of such exceeding delicacy, I think
I have rehearsed the entire scene With an ox-bladder and some ditch-water, On Lady P.-it cannot fail.
(Taking up the bag
Your majesty (to SwellFOOT) In such a filthy business had better Stand on one side, lest it should sprinkle you. A spot or two on me would do no barm; Nay, it might hide the blood, which the sad genius Of the Green Isle bas fixed, as by a spell, Upon my brow—which would stain all its seas, But which those seas could never wash away!
My lord, I am ready-nay I am in patient,
(A graceful figure in a semitransparent veil passes un
noticed through the Temple; the worci LIBERTY is seen through the veil, as if it were writen in fire upon its foreheud. Its words uro almost drowned in the furious grunting of the Pigs, and the business of the trial. She kneels on the steps of the Altar, and speaks
in tones at first faint and low, but which ever become louder and louder,
Mighty Empress, Death's white wife,
By the starving and the cramming
and meaningless revengeBut for those radiant spirits, who are still The standard-bearers in the van of Change.
Be they th' appointed stewards, to fill The lap of Pain, and Toil, and Age ! Remit, () Queen! thy accustom'd rage ! Be what thou art not! In voice faint and low FREEDOM calls Famine, her eternal foe, To brief alliance, hollow truce.-Rise now!
( Whilst the veiled figure has been chaunting the strophe,
MAMMON, DAKRY, LAOctonos, und SWELLFOOT, have surrounded Iona Taurina, who, with her hunds folded on her breast, and her eyes lifted to Heaven, stunds, as with saint-like resignation, to wait the issue.
of the business, in perfect confidence of her innocence PURGANAX, after unsealing the GREEN Bag, is gravely
about to pour the liquor upon her head, when suddenly the whole expression of her figure and countenance
changes; she snatches it from his hand with a loud
I am the Ionian Minotaur, the mightiest
(During this speech she has been putting on boots and
spurs, and a hunting.cap, buckishly cocked on one side,
and tucking up her hair, she leaps nimbly on his back. Ho, hol tally-ho! tally-ho, ho, ho ! Come, let us hunt these ugly badgers down,
These stinking foxes, these devouring etters, These hares, these wolves, these anything but
Hey, for a whipper-in! my loyal pigs,
FULL CHORUS OF IONA AND THE SWINE.
Tally-ho, tally-ho !
Through brake, gorse, and brier,
We go, we go!
the empty Green Bag.
NOTE ON EDIPUS TYRANNUS
BY TUE EDITOR.
In the brief journal I kept in those days, I find recorded in Angust, 1820, Shelley “begins Swellfoot the Tyrant, saggested by the pigs at the fair of San Giuliano.” This was the period of Queen Caroline's landing in England, and the struggles made by George IV. to get rid of her claims; which failing, Lord Castlereagh placed the “Green Bag” on the table of the House of Commons, demanding, in the King's name, that an inquiry should be instituted into his wife's conduct. These circumstances were the theme of all conversation among the English. We were then at the Baths of San Giuliano; a friend came to visit us on the day when a fair was held in the square, beneath our windows. Shelley read to us his Ode to Liberty; and was riotously accompanied by the grunting of a quantity of pigs brought for sale to the fair. He compared it to the “chorus oi' frogs” in the satiric irama of Aristophanes; and it being an hour of merriment, and one ludicrous association suggesting another, he imagined a political satirical drama on the circumstances of the day, to which the pigs would serve as chorus—and Swellsuot was begun. When finished, it was transmitted to England, printed and published anonymously; but stified at the very dawn of its (xistence by the “Society for the Suppression of Vice," who threatened to prosecute it, if not immediately withdrawn. The friend who had taken the trouble of bringing it out, of course did not think it worth the annoyance and expense of i contest, and it was laid aside.