LAOCTONOS Claret, somehow, Puts me in mind of blood, and blood of claret! SWELLFOOT Laoctonos is fishing for a compliment; But 'tis his due. Yes, you have drunk more wine, And shed more blood, than any man in Thebes. (TO PURGANAX) For God's sake stop the grunting of those Pigs! PURGANAX We dare not, Sire! 'tis Famine's privilege. CHORUS OF SWINE Hail to thee, hail to thee, Famine! Thy throne is on blood, and thy robe is of rags; Thou devil which livest on damning ; Saint of new churches and cant, and Green Bags; Till in pity and terror thou risest, Confounding the schemes of the wisest ; When thou liftest thy skeleton form, When the loaves and the skulls roll about, We will greet thee—the voice of a storm Then hail to thee, hail to thee, Famine! We will rush as thy minister-slaves, MAMMON I hear a crackling of the giant bones Mighty events are hastening to their doom! SWELLFOOT I only hear the lean and mutinous Swine DAKRY In a crisis Of such exceeding delicacy, I think We ought to put her Majesty, the Queen, Is here. MAMMON The Bag PURGANAX I have rehearsed the entire scene With an ox-bladder and some ditch-water, On Lady P; it cannot fail. (To SWELLFOOT) [Taking up the Bag. Your Majesty In such a filthy business had better Stand on one side, lest it should sprinkle you. IONA TAURINA My Lord, I am ready — nay, I am impatient, [A graceful figure in a semi-transparent veil passes unnoticed through the Temple; the word LIBERTY is seen through the veil, as if it were written in fire upon its forehead. Its words are 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. LIBERTY Mighty Empress, Death's white wife, By the God who made thee such, By the magic of thy touch, By the starving and the cramming Of fasts and feasts! — by thy dread self, O Famine! 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 chanting the strophe, Mammon, DAKRY, LAOCTONOS and SWELLFOOT have surrounded IONA TAURINA, who, with her hands folded on her breast and her eyes lifted to Heaven, stands, as with saint-like resignation, to wait the issue of the business in perfect confidence of her inno cence. 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 laugh of triumph, and empties it over SWELLFOOT and his whole Court, who are instantly changed into a number of filthy and ugly animals, and rush out of the Temple. The image of Famine then arises with a tremendous sound, the Pigs begin scrambling for the loaves, and are tripped up by the skulls; all those who eat the loaves are turned into Bulls, and arrange themselves quietly behind the altar. The image of Famine sinks through a chasm in the earth, and a MINOTAUR rises. MINOTAUR I am the Ionian Minotaur, the mightiest I am the old traditional Man-Bull; Or double ditch about the new enclosures; you. IONA TAURINA [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. Hoa, hoa! tally-ho! tally-ho! ho! ho! Come, let us hunt these ugly badgers down, These hares, these wolves, these anything but men. Now let your noses be as keen as beagles', Your steps as swift as greyhounds', and your cries FULL CHORUS OF IONA AND THE SWINE Tally-ho! tally-ho! Through rain, hail, and snow, Through brake, gorse, and briar, Through fen, flood, and mire, Tally-ho! tally-ho! Through pond, ditch, and slough, Wind them, and find them, Like the Devil behind them! Tally-ho, tally-ho! [Exeunt, in full cry; IONA driving on the Swine, with the empty Green Bag. |