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Sustain the cone of my untroubled brain,
Eigh! eigh eigh! eigh!
Ha! what are ye,
Who, crowned with leaves devoted to the Furies, Cling round this sacred shrine ?
Aigh aigh aigh!
Ugh! ugh! ugh!
What! ye that are
The very beasts that, offered at her altar
With blood and groans, salt-cake, and fat, and
Ever propitiate her reluctant will
When taxes are withheld?
With filthy snouts my red potatoes up
The same, alas! the same;
If 'twere your kingly will
Us wretched swine to kill,
What should we yield to thee?
Why skin and bones, and some few hairs for mortar
CHORUS OF SWINE.
I have heard your Laureate sing,
That pity was a royal thing.
But now our sties are fallen in, we catch
My pigs, 'tis in vain to tug!
I could almost eat my litter!
I suck, but no milk will come from the dug
Our skin and our bones would be bitter.
We fight for this rag of greasy rug,
Happier swine were they than we,
I wish that pity would drive out the devils
To bind your mortar with, or fill our colons With rich blood, or make brawn out of our gristles,
In policy-ask else your royal SolonsYou ought to give us hog-wash and clean straw, And sties well thatched; besides, it is the law!
This is sedition, and rank blasphemy!
Enter a GUARD.
Your sacred Majesty?
Call in the Jews, Solomon the court porkman, Moses the sow-gelder, and Zephaniah the hog
They are in waiting, sire.
Enter SOLOMON, MOSES, and ZEPHANIAH.
Out with your knife, old Moses, and spay those sows [The Pigs run about in consternation. That load the earth with pigs; cut close and deep. Moral restraint I see has no effect,
Nor prostitution, nor our own example,
This was the art which the arch-priest of
Hinted at in his charge to the Theban clergy.
Keep the boars quiet, else—
Let your majesty
Zephaniah, cut That fat hog's throat, the brute seems overfed; Seditious hunks! to whine for want of grains.
Your sacred majesty, he has the dropsy.
"Tis all the same.
He'll serve instead of riot-money, when
And January winds, after a day
Of butchering, will make them relish carrion.
Now, Solomon, I'll sell you in a lump