All inn-doors and windows

Were open to me!

I saw all that sin does,

Which lamps hardly see

That burn in the night by the curtained bed,—
The impudent lamps! for they blushed not red.
Dinging and singing,

From slumber I rung her,

Loud as the clank of an ironmonger!
Hum! hum! hum!

Far, far, far,

With the trump of my lips, and the sting at my hips,
I drove her-afar!

Far, far, far,

From city to city, abandoned of pity,

A ship without needle or star;-
Homeless she past, like a cloud on the blast,
Seeking peace, finding war;-

She is here in her car,

From afar, and afar ;

Hum! hum!

I have stung her and wrung her!

The venom is working;

And if you had hung her

With canting and quirking,

She could not be deader than she will be soon;-
I have driven her close to you under the moon.
Night and day, hum! hum! ha!

I have hummed her and drummed her

From place to place, till at last I have dumbed her.
Hum! hum! hum!

I will suck

LEECH.

Blood or muck!

The disease of the state is a plethory,

Who so fit to reduce it as I?

RAT.

I'll slily seize and

Let blood from her weasand,

Creeping through crevice, and chink, and cranny,
With my snaky tail, and my sides so scranny.
Purganax. Aroint ye! thou unprofitable worm!

And thou, dull beetle, get thee back to hell!
To sting the ghosts of Babylonian kings,
And the ox-headed Io.-

[To the LEECH. [To the GADFLY.

You know, my lord, the Minotaur

For,

Purganax (fiercely). Be silent! get to hell! or I will call The cat out of the kitchen. Well, Lord Mammon,

This is a pretty business!
Mammon.

I will go

And spell some scheme to make it ugly then.

Enter SWELLFOOT.

[Exit the RAT.

[Exit.

Swellfoot. She is returned! Taurina is in Thebes
When Swellfoot wishes that she were in hell!
Oh, Hymen! clothed in yellow jealousy,
And waving o'er the couch of wedded kings
The torch of Discord with its fiery hair;
This is thy work, thou patron saint of queens!
Swellfoot is wived! though parted by the sea,
The very name of wife had conjugal rights;
Her cursed image ate, drank, slept with me,
And in the arms of Adiposa oft

Her memory has received a husband's

[A loud tumult, and cries of "Iona for ever!-No Swellfoot!" Swellfoot.

How the swine cry Iona Taurina !

I suffer the real presence: Purganax,

Off with her head!

Purganax.

A jury of the pigs.

Swellfoot.

Hark!

But I must first impanel

Pack them then.

Purganax. Or fattening some few in two separate sties, And giving them clean straw, tying some bits

Of ribbon round their legs-giving their sows

Some tawdry lace, and bits of lustre glass,

And their young boars white and red rags, and tails
Of cows, and jay feathers, and sticking cauliflowers
Between the ears of the old ones; and when

They are persuaded, that by the inherent virtue
Of these things, they are all imperial pigs,

Good Lord! they'd rip each other's bellies up,

Not to say help us in destroying her.

Swellfoot. This plan might be tried too;- where's General Laoctonos?

Enter LAOCTONOS and DAKRY.

It is my royal pleasure

That you, Lord General, bring the head and body,
If separate it would please me better, hither

Of Queen Iona.

Laoctonos.

That pleasure I well knew,

And made a charge with those battalions bold,
Called, from their dress and grin, the royal apes,
Upon the swine, who in a hollow square
Enclosed her, and received the first 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 sty.

What is still worse, some sows upon the ground
Have given the ape-guards apples, nuts, and gin,
And they all whisk their tails aloft, and cry,

Long live Iona! down with Swellfoot!

Purganax.

Hark!

The Swine (without). Long live Iona! down with Swellfoot ! Dakry. I went to the garret of the swineherd's tower,

Which overlooks the sty, and made a long

Harangue (all words) to the assembled swine,

Of delicacy, mercy, judgment, law,

Morals, and precedents, and purity,
Adultery, destitution, and divorce,
Piety, faith, and state necessity,

And how I loved the queen !—and then I wept,
With the pathos of my own eloquence,
And every tear turned to a mill-stone, which
Brained many a gaping pig, and there was made
A slough of blood and brains upon the place,
Greased with the pounded bacon; round and round
The millstones rolled, ploughing the pavement up,
And hurling sucking pigs into the air,

With dust and stones.

Mammon.

Enter MAMMON.

I wonder that grey

wizards

Like you should be so beardless in their schemes;

It had been but a point of policy

To keep Iona and the swine apart.

Divide and rule! but ye have made a junction
Between two parties who will govern 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

The streets of Thebes, when they were paved with dead

A bane so much the deadlier fills it now,

As calumny is worse than death,-for here
The Gadfly's venom, fifty times distilled,
Is mingled with the vomit of the Leech,

In due proportion, and black ratsbane, which
That very Rat, who like the Pontic tyrant,
Nurtures himself on poison, dare not touch ;-
All is sealed up with the broad seal of Fraud,
Who is the Devil's Lord High Chancellor,
And over it the primate of all Hell

Murmured this pious baptism :-"Be thou called
The GREEN BAG; and this power and grace be thine
That thy contents, on whomsoever poured,
Turn innocence to guilt, and gentlest looks
To savage, foul, and fierce deformity.
Let all, baptised by thy infernal dew,

Be called adulterer, drunkard, liar, wretch!
No name left out which orthodoxy loves,
Court Journal or legitimate Review !—

Be they called tyrant, beast, fool, glutton, lover
Of other wives and husbands than their own-
The heaviest sin on this side of the Alps!
Wither they to a ghastly caricature

Of what was human !-let not man nor beast
Behold their face with unaverted eyes!
Or hear their names with ears that tingle not
With blood of indignation, rage, and shaine!"
This is a perilous liquor ;-good my lords.

[SWELLFOOT approaches to touch the GREEN BAG, Beware! for God's sake, beware!-if you should break The seal, and touch the fatal liquor

Purganax.

Give it to me. I have been used to handle

All sorts of poisons. His dread majesty

Only desires to see the colour of it.

There!

Mammon. Now, with a little common sense, my lords,

Only undoing all that has been done,

(Yet so as it may seem we but confirm it,)
Our victory is assured. We must entice
Her majesty from the sty, and make the pigs
Believe that the contents of the GREEN BAG
Are the true test of guilt or innocence.

And that, if she be guilty, 'twill transform her
To manifest deformity like guilt.

If innocent, she will become transfigured
Into an angel, such as they say she is;

And they will see her flying through the air,
So bright that she will dim the noon-day sun;
Showering down blessings in the shape of comfits.
This, trust a priest, is just the sort of thing
Swine will believe. I'll wager you will see them
Climbing upon the thatch of their low sties;
With pieces of smoked glass, to watch her sail
Among the clouds, and some will hold the flaps

Of one another's ears between their 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

Kept to the honour of our goddess Famine,
Where, for more glory, let the ceremony
Take place of the uglification of the Queen.

Dakry (to Swellfoot.) I, as the keeper of your sacred
conscience,

Humbly remind your majesty that the care

Of your high office, as man-milliner

To red Bellona, should not be deferred.

Purganax. All part, in happier plight to meet again. [Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I.-The Public Sty. The Boars in full Assembly.

Enter PURGANAX.

Purganax. Grant me your patience, gentlemen and boars, Ye, by whose patience under public burthens

The glorious constitution of these sties

Subsists, and shall subsist. The lean pig-rates
Grow with the growing populace of swine,
The taxes, that true source of piggishness,
(How can I find a more appropriate term
To include religion, morals, peace, and plenty,
And all that fit Boeotia as a nation

To teach the other nations how to live?)
Increase with piggishness itself; and still
Does the revenue, that great spring of all
The patronage, and pensions, and by-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,
And the revenue will amount to- -nothing!
The failure of a foreign market for
Sausages, bristles, and blood puddings,
And such home manufactures, is but partial;
And, that the population of the pigs,
Instead of hog-wash, has been fed on straw
And water, is a fact which is-you know—
That is it is a state necessity-
Temporary, of course. Those impious pigs,
Who, by frequent squeaks, have dared impugn
The settled Swellfoot system, or to make