The torch of discord with its fiery hair; | If separate it would please me better, queens! Swellfoot is wived! though parted by bold, That pleasure I well The very name of wife had conjugal | And made a charge with those battalions rights; Her cursed image ate, drank, slept with Called, from their dress and grin, the Purganax. impanel A jury of the pigs. Swellfoot. Pack them then. in two separate styes, attack Like so many rhinoceroses, and then Retreating in good order, with bare tusks And wrinkled snouts presented to the foe, Bore her in triumph to the public stye. What is still worse, some sows upon the ground Have given the ape-guards apples, nuts, and gin, Purganax. Or fattening some few And they all whisk their tails aloft, and cry, And giving them clean straw, tying "Long live Iona! down with Swell And their young boars white and red Went to the garret of the swineherd's Of cows, and jay feathers, and sticking Which overlooks the stye, and made a cauliflowers long Between the ears of the old ones; and Harangue (all words) to the assembled That you, Lord General, bring the head A slough of blood and brains upon the Greased with the pounded bacon; round To savage, foul, and fierce deformity. Let all baptized by thy infernal dew and round The mill-stones rolled, ploughing the Be called adulterer, drunkard, liar, Like you should be so beardless in their It had been but a point of policy wretch ! No name left out which orthodoxy loves, Of other wives and husbands than their own The heaviest sin on this side of the Alps! beast Behold their face with unaverted eyes! Between two parties who will govern Or hear their names with ears that tingle you But for my art.-Behold this BAG! it is The poison BAG of that Green Spider huge, On which our spies skulked in ovation through not With blood of indignation, rage, and shame!" This is a perilous liquor;-good my Lords. [SWELLFOOT approaches to touch the GREEN BAG. The streets of Thebes, when they were Beware! for God's sake, beware!—if paved with dead: A bane so much the deadlier fills it now, The Gadfly's venom, fifty times distilled, That very Rat, who, like the Pontic you should break The seal, and touch the fatal liquor—— handle All sorts of poisons. His dread Majesty Mammon. Now, with a little com- Nurtures himself on poison, dare not (Yet so as it may seem we but confirm All is sealed up with the broad seal of Our victory is assured. We must entice Her Majesty from the stye, and make the pigs Turn innocence to guilt, and gentlest And they will see her flying through the So bright that she will dim the noonday The glorious constitution of these styes Subsists, and shall subsist. The lean sun; Showering down blessings in the shape of comfits. This, trust a priest, is just the sort of thing Swine will believe. see them pig rates Grow with the growing populace of swine, The taxes, that true source of piggishness I'll wager you will (How can I find a more appropriate term Climbing upon the thatch of their low To include religion, morals, peace, and With pieces of smoked glass, to watch And all that fit Boeotia as a nation her sail To teach the other nations how to live?) Among the clouds, and some will hold Increase with piggishness itself; and the flaps still Of one another's ears between their Does the revenue, that great spring of all The patronage, and pensions, and by teeth, To catch the coming hail of comfits in. → You, Purganax, who have the gift o' the gab, Make them a solemn speech to this effect: I go to put in readiness the feast payments, Which free-born pigs regard with jealous eyes, Diminish, till at length, by glorious steps, All the land's produce will be merged in taxes, Kept to the honour of our goddess And the revenue will amount to Purganax. That is the very thing that Most innocent, no doubt, returns to And the lean sows and boars collect Wishing to make her think that WE believe (I mean those more substantial pigs, who swill Of the Cisalpine mountains, in fresh dews Of lotus-grass and blossoming asphodel, Sleeking their silken hair, and with sweet breath Loading the morning winds until they faint With living fragrance, are so beautiful! Well, I say nothing; but Europa rode -- On such a one from Asia into Crete, Rich hog-wash, while the others mouth And the enamoured sea grew calm That she is guilty; thus, the lean-pig His gliding beauty. faction Seeks to obtain that hog-wash, which has been Your immemorial right, and which I Maintain you in to the last drop of- What Purganax. wizards Conceived that it became them to advise tent To let his wife play any pranks she Iona's grandmother, cent! And Pasiphae, -but she is inno And that both you and I, and all assert. Purganax. BAG; a bag Behold this If, by that sufferance, he could please (Which is not green, but only bacon pleased, the pigs; colour) o'er But then he fears the morals of the swine, Is filled with liquor, which if sprinkled Of sucking pigs, if it could be suspected Purganax. Why, it is hinted, that a certain bull A woman guilty of-we all know what- She never can commit the like again. As she flies up to heaven. Now, my Thus much is known:-the milk-white Is to convert her sacred Majesty bulls that feed Beside Clitumnus and the crystal lakes Into an angel (as I am sure we shall do), First Boar. Order! order! be not rash! I never saw so fine a dash Since I first began to wean pigs. The Queen will be an angel time enough. Purganax (His heart is seen to beat Gods! What would ye be at? Purganax has plainly shown a I vote Swellfoot and Iona Try the magic test together; A miserable state is that of pigs, The Dews of Apotheosis from this BAG. [A great confusion is heard of the PIGS OUT OF DOORS, which communicates itself to those within. During the first Strophe, the doors of the Stye are On staved in, and a number of exceedingly lean PIGS and Sows and BOARS rush in. Semichorus I. No! Yes! Semichorus II. Yes! No! Semichorus I. A law! Semichorus II. A flaw! Semichorus I. Porkers, we shall lose our wash, Or must share it with the lean pigs! swine must bite each other's ear therefore. An old Sow (aside). A wretched lot Jove has assigned to swine, Squabbling makes pig-herds hungry, and they dine bacon, and whip sucking-pigs the more. Chorus. Hunted, stript, exposed, molested; That she shall not be arrested. QUEEN, we entrench you with walls of brawn, And palisades of tusks, sharp as a bayonet : Place your most sacred person here. We pawn |