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The price and pains which its ingredients cost,
After the trial,
Purganax (filling his glass and standing up).
All. A toast ! a toast ! stand up, and three times three !
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;
Saint of new churches, and cant, and GREEN BAGS;
When the loaves and the skulls roll about,
Would be lost in our terrible shout!
Hail to thee, Empress of Earth !
In the pride of thy ghastly mirth.
Till all be made level again !
Swellfoot. I only hear the lean and mutinous swine
In a crisis
Purganax. I have rehearsed the entire scene
[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 harm; Nay, it might hide the blood, which the sad genius Of the Green Isle has fixed, as by a spell, Upon my brow—which would stain all its seas, But which those seas could never wash away!
Iona Taurina. My lord, I am ready—nay I am impatient, To undergo the test.
[A graceful figure in a semi-transparent veil passes unnoticed
through the temple; the word LIBERTY is seen through the
By the starving and thy cramming,
But for those radiant spirits, who are still
Be they th' appointed stewards, to fill
[Whilst the veiled figure has been chanting this 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 busi
ness, 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 matches 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 Of all Europa's taurine progenyI am the old traditional man bull; And from my ancestors having been Ionian, I am called Ion, which, by interpretation, Is John; in plain Theban, that is to say, My name's John BULL; I am a famous hunter, And can leap any gate in all Bootia, Even the palings of the royal park, Or double ditch about the new inclosures ; And if your majesty will deigu to mount me, At least till you have hunted down your game, I will not throw 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.
358 EDIPUS TYRANNUS; OR, SWELLFOOT THE TYRANT.
Through forest, furze, and bog, and den, and desert,
FULL CHORUS OF IONA AND THE SWINE.
Tallyho! tallyho !
We go ! we go!
Tallyho ! tallyho !
Tallyho ! tallyho !
cmply GREEN BAG.
A SUMMER-EVENING CHURCH-YARD.
THE wind has swept from the wide atmosphere
Each vapour that obscured the sun-set's ray;
In duskier braids around the languid eyes of day:
Encompassing the earth, air, stars, and sea;
Responding to the charm with its own mystery. The winds are still, or the dry church-tower grass Knows not their gentle motions as they pass. Thou too, aërial Pile ! whose pinnacles
Point from one shrine like pyramids of fire,
Clothing in hues of heaven thy dim and distant spire,
And, mouldering as they sleep, a thrilling sound,
Breathed from their wormy beds all living things around,
And terrorless as this serenest night:
Sporting on graves, that death did hide from human sight