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by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Harangue (all words) to the assembled Swine,

  Of delicacy mercy, judgement, law,

  Morals, and precedents, and purity,

  Adultery, destitution, and divorce, 330

  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 335

  A slough of blood and brains upon the place,

  Greased with the pounded bacon; round and round

  The mill-stones rolled, ploughing the pavement up,

  And hurling Sucking-Pigs into the air,

  With dust and stones. —

  [ENTER MAMMON.]

  MAMMON:

  I wonder that gray wizards 340

  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 345

  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 350

  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, 355

  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 360

  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 baptized by thy infernal dew 365

  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 — 370

  The heaviest sin on this side of the Alps!

  Wither they to a ghastly caricature

  Of what was human! — let not man or beast

  Behold their face with unaverted eyes!

  Or hear their names with ears that tingle not 375

  With blood of indignation, rage, and shame!’ —

  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:

  There,

  Give it to me. I have been used to handle 380

  All sorts of poisons. His dread Majesty

  Only desires to see the colour of it.

  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), 385

  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 390

  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 noonday sun; 395

  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 400

  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: 405

  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, 410

  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 2.

  SCENE 1.2: THE PUBLIC STY. THE B0ARS IN FULL ASSEMBLY. ENTER PUEGANAX.

  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, 5

  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?), 10

  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, 15

  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; 20

  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, 25

  Who, by frequent squeaks, have dared impugn

  The settled Swellfoot system, or to make

  Irreverent mockery of the genuflexions

  Inculcated by the arch-priest, have been whipped

  Into a loyal and an orthodox whine. 30

  Things being in this happy state, the Queen

  Iona —

  A LOUD CRY FROM THE PIGS:

  She is innocent! most innocent!

  PURGANAX:

  That is the very thing that I was saying,

  Gentlemen Swine; the Queen Iona being

  Most innocent, no doubt, returns to Thebes, 35

  And the lean Sows and Bears collect about her,

  Wishing to make her think that WE believe

  (I mean those more substantial Pigs, who swill

  Rich hog-wash, while the others mouth damp straw)

  That she is guilty; thus, the Lean-Pig faction 40

  Seeks to obtain that hog-wash, which has been

  Your immemorial right, and which I will

  Maintain you in to the last drop of —

  A BOAR (INTERRUPTING HIM):

  What

  Does any one accuse her of?

  PURGANAX:

  Why, no one

  Makes ANY positive
accusation; — but 45

  There were hints dropped, and so the privy wizards

  Conceived that it became them to advise

  His Majesty to investigate their truth; —

  Not for his own sake; he could be content

  To let his wife play any pranks she pleased, 50

  If, by that sufferance, HE could please the Pigs;

  But then he fears the morals of the Swine,

  The Sows especially, and what effect

  It might produce upon the purity and

  Religion of the rising generation 55

  Of Sucking-Pigs, if it could be suspected

  That Queen Iona —

  [A PAUSE.]

  FIRST BOAR:

  Well, go on; we long

  To hear what she can possibly have done.

  PURGANAX:

  Why, it is hinted, that a certain Bull —

  Thus much is KNOWN: — the milk-white Bulls that feed 60

  Beside Clitumnus and the crystal lakes

  Of the Cisalpine mountains, in fresh dews

  Of lotus-grass and blossoming asphodel

  Sleeking their silken hair, and with sweet breath

  Loading the morning winds until they faint 65

  With living fragrance, are so beautiful! —

  Well, I say nothing; — but Europa rode

  On such a one from Asia into Crete,

  And the enamoured sea grew calm beneath

  His gliding beauty. And Pasiphae, 70

  Iona’s grandmother, — but SHE is innocent!

  And that both you and I, and all assert.

  FIRST BOAR:

  Most innocent!

  PURGANAX:

  Behold this BAG; a bag —

  SECOND BOAR:

  Oh! no GREEN BAGS!! Jealousy’s eyes are green,

  Scorpions are green, and water-snakes, and efts, 75

  And verdigris, and —

  PURGANAX:

  Honourable Swine,

  In Piggish souls can prepossessions reign?

  Allow me to remind you, grass is green —

  All flesh is grass; — no bacon but is flesh —

  Ye are but bacon. This divining BAG 80

  (Which is not green, but only bacon colour)

  Is filled with liquor, which if sprinkled o’er

  A woman guilty of — we all know what —

  Makes her so hideous, till she finds one blind

  She never can commit the like again. 85

  If innocent, she will turn into an angel,

  And rain down blessings in the shape of comfits

  As she flies up to heaven. Now, my proposal

  Is to convert her sacred Majesty

  Into an angel (as I am sure we shall do), 90

  By pouring on her head this mystic water.

  [SHOWING THE BAG.]

  I know that she is innocent; I wish

  Only to prove her so to all the world.

  FIRST BOAR:

  Excellent, just, and noble Purganax.

  SECOND BOAR:

  How glorious it will be to see her Majesty 95

  Flying above our heads, her petticoats

  Streaming like — like — like —

  THIRD BOAR:

  Anything.

  PURGANAX:

  Oh no!

  But like a standard of an admiral’s ship,

  Or like the banner of a conquering host,

  Or like a cloud dyed in the dying day, 100

  Unravelled on the blast from a white mountain;

  Or like a meteor, or a war-steed’s mane,

  Or waterfall from a dizzy precipice

  Scattered upon the wind.

  FIRST BOAR:

  Or a cow’s tail.

  SECOND BOAR:

  Or ANYTHING, as the learned Boar observed. 105

  PURGANAX:

  Gentlemen Boars, I move a resolution,

  That her most sacred Majesty should be

  Invited to attend the feast of Famine,

  And to receive upon her chaste white body

  Dews of Apotheosis from this BAG. 110

  [A GREAT CONFUSION IS HEARD OF THE PIGS OUT OF DOORS, WHICH COMMUNICATES ITSELF TO THOSE WITHIN. DURING THE FIRST STROPHE, THE 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.’

  [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

  Unsing
ed, 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!

  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.]

  SCENE 2.2: THE INTERIOR OF THE TEMPLE OF FAMINE. THE STATUE OF THE GODDESS, A SKELETON CLOTHED IN PARTI-COLOURED 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. [SOLOMON, THE COURT PORKMAN.] 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:

  GODDESS bare, and gaunt, and pale,

  Empress of the world, all hail!

  What though Cretans old called thee

  City-crested Cybele?

  We call thee FAMINE! 5

  Goddess of fasts and feasts, starving and cramming!

  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 — 10

  Those who consume these fruits through thee grow fat,

  Those who produce these fruits through thee grow lean,

  Whatever change takes place, oh, stick to that!

  And let things be as they have ever been;

  At least while we remain thy priests, 15

  And proclaim thy fasts and feasts.

  Through thee the sacred SWELLF00T dynasty

  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.]

 

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