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PURGANAX (his heart is seen to beat through his waistcoat)
Gods! What would ye be at?
Purganax has plainly shown a
I vote Swellfoot and Iona
AN OLD BOAR (aside) A miserable state is that of Pigs, For if their drivers would tear caps and
wigs, The Swine must bite each other's ear therefor.
AN OLD Sow (aside) A wretched lot Jove has assigned to Swine, Squabbling makes Pig-herds hungry, and they
dine On bacon, and whip sucking Pigs the more.
Hog-wash has been ta’en away ;
If the Bull-Queen is divested,
Hunted, stripped, 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 Our lives that none a finger dare to lay on it.
Those who wrong you, wrong us ;
Fulfilled by circumvolving destiny, Which says: “ Thebes, choose reform or civil war, When through your streets, instead of hare
with dogs, A Consort-Queen shall hunt a King with hogs, Riding upon the Ionian Minotaur.”
Enter IonA TAURINA
IONA TAURINA (coming forward) Gentlemen Swine, and gentle Lady-Pigs, The tender heart of every Boar acquits Their Queen of any act incongruous With native Piggishness, and she reposing With confidence upon the grunting nation, Has thrown herself, her cause, her life, her all, Her innocence, into their Hoggish arms; Nor has the expectation been deceived Of finding shelter there. Yet know, great Boars, (For such whoever lives among you finds you, And so do I) the innocent are proud ! I have accepted your protection only In compliment of your kind love and care, Not for necessity. The innocent Are safest there where trials and dangers wait;
Innocent queens o'er white-hot ploughshares tread
This magnanimity in your sacred Majesty
AN OLD BOAR (aside)
Take care, my Lord, They do not smoke you first.
At the approaching feast Of Famine let the expiation be.
Content! content !
IONA TAURINA (aside)
I, most content of all, Know that my foes even thus prepare their fall!
[Exeunt omnes. SCENE II. — The interior of the Temple of Famine. The statue of
the Goddess, a skeleton clothed in party-colored rags, seated upon a heap of skulls and loaves intermingled. A number of exceedingly fat Priests in black garments arrayed on each side, with marrow-bones and cleavers in their hands. A flourish of trumpets.
Enter Mammon as Arch-priest, SWELLFOOT, DAKRY, PURGANAX,
LAOCTONOS, followed by IonA TAURINA guarded. On the other side enter the Swine.
CHORUS OF PRIESTS (accompanied by the Court Porkman on
marrow-bones and cleavers)
We call thee Famine !
ming; Through thee, for emperors, kings and priests and
lords, Who rule by viziers, sceptres, bank-notes, words,
The earth pours forth its plenteous fruits,
Corn, wool, linen, flesh, and roots. Those who consume these fruits through thee
Those who produce these fruits through thee
And let things be as they have ever been;
And proclaim thy fasts and feasts !
Is based upon a rock amid that sea Whose waves are Swine so let it ever be ! [SWELLFOOT, etc., seat themselves at a table, magnificently covered,
at the upper end of the temple. Attendants pass over the stage with hog-wash in pails. A number of Pigs, exceedingly lean, follow them, licking up the wash.
I fear your sacred Majesty has lost
so plain a dish Could scarcely disagree.
After the trial, And these fastidious Pigs are gone, perhaps I
may recover my lost appetite. I feel the gout flying about my stomach ; Give me a glass of Maraschino punch.
PURGANAX (filling his glass, and standing up) The glorious constitution of the Pigs !
A toast ! a toast! stand up, and three times three!
No heel-taps — darken day-lights !