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COMMUNICATES ITSELF TO THOSE WITHIN. DURING THE FIRST STROPHE, THE

Percy Bysshe Shelley

DOORS OF THE STY ARE STAVED IN, AND A NUMBER OF EXCEEDINGLY LEAN PIGS

AND SOWS AND BOARS RUSH IN.]

 

SEMICHORUS 1:

No! Yes!

 

SEMICHORUS 2:

Yes! No!

 

SEMICHORUS 1:

A law!

 

SEMICHORUS 2:

A flaw!

 

SEMICHORUS 1:

Porkers, we shall lose our wash, _115

Or must share it with the Lean-Pigs!

 

FIRST BOAR:

Order! order! be not rash!

Was there ever such a scene, Pigs!

 

AN OLD SOW (RUSHING IN):

I never saw so fine a dash

Since I first began to wean Pigs. _120

 

SECOND BOAR (SOLEMNLY):

The Queen will be an angel time enough.

I vote, in form of an amendment, that

Purganax rub a little of that stuff

Upon his face.

 

PURGANAX [HIS HEART IS SEEN TO BEAT THROUGH HIS WAISTCOAT]:

Gods! What would ye be at?

 

SEMICHORUS 1:

Purganax has plainly shown a _125

Cloven foot and jackdaw feather.

 

SEMICHORUS 2:

I vote Swellfoot and Iona

Try the magic test together;

Whenever royal spouses bicker,

Both should try the magic liquor. _130

 

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 therefore.

 

AN OLD SOW [ASIDE]:

A wretched lot Jove has assigned to Swine,

Squabbling makes Pig-herds hungry, and they dine _135

On bacon, and whip Sucking-Pigs the more.

 

CHORUS:

Hog-wash has been ta’en away:

If the Bull-Queen is divested,

We shall be in every way

Hunted, stripped, exposed, molested; _140

Let us do whate’er we may,

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 _145

Our lives that none a finger dare to lay on it.

Those who wrong you, wrong us;

Those who hate you, hate us;

Those who sting you, sting us;

Those who bait you, bait us; _150

The ORACLE is now about to be

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, _155

Riding upon the IONIAN MINOTAUR.’

 

NOTE:

_154 streets instead edition 1820.

 

[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 _160

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, _165

(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 _170

Are safest there where trials and dangers wait;

Innocent Queens o’er white-hot ploughshares tread

Unsinged, and ladies, Erin’s laureate sings it,

Decked with rare gems, and beauty rarer still,

Walked from Killarney to the Giant’s Causeway, _175

Through rebels, smugglers, troops of yeomanry,

White-boys and Orange-boys, and constables,

Tithe-proctors, and excise people, uninjured!

Thus I!—

Lord Purganax, I do commit myself _180

Into your custody, and am prepared

To stand the test, whatever it may be!

 

NOTE:

(_173 ‘Rich and rare were the gems she wore.’ See Moore’s “Irish

Melodies”.— [SHELLEY’S NOTE.])

 

PURGANAX:

This magnanimity in your sacred Majesty

Must please the Pigs. You cannot fail of being

A heavenly angel. Smoke your bits of glass, _185

Ye loyal Swine, or her transfiguration

Will blind your wondering eyes.

 

AN OLD BOAR [ASIDE]:

Take care, my Lord,

They do not smoke you first.

 

PURGANAX:

At the approaching feast

Of Famine, let the expiation be.

 

SWINE:

Content! content!

 

IONA TAURINA [ASIDE]:

I, most content of all, _190

Know that my foes even thus prepare their fall!

 

[EXEUNT OMNES.]

 

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