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WOULD? where? what Angle of the world is this; That I can neither see the politic face, Nor with my refined nostrils taste the footsteps, Of any of my Disciples, sons and heirs As well of my designs, as institutions, I thought they spread over the World by this time, Covered the earth's face, and made dark the land, Like the Egyptian Grasshoppers, Here's too much light appears, shot from the eyes Of Truth and Goodness, never yet deflowered: Sure they were never here, then is their Monarchy Unperfect yet: A joust reward I see For their ingratitude so long to me, Their father and founder; It's not five years since I was saluted by'em, Where slept my honour all the time before? Could they be so forgetful to canonise Their prosperous Institutor, when they had saluted They found no room in all their Kallender To place my name, that should have removed Princes, Pulled the most eminent Prelates by the roots up, For my deer coming, to make way for me, Lets every petty martire, and Saint Homile, Roch, Main, and Pecronel, itch, and Ague curers, Your Abbess Alde-gund, and Cuney-gund; The Widow Marcel, Person Policary, Sislie and Urs e, all take place of me; And but for the Bissextile, or Leap-year; And that's but one in three, I fallen by chance, Into the nine and twentieth day of February: There were no room else for me; see their love, Their conscience too, trust me a lame Soldier In-to-Leape-yeare: My wrath's up, and me thinks I could with the first syllable of my name, Blow up their Colleges: up Error, awake Father of Superogation rise: It is Ignatius calls thee, Loyolla. Game: what Game? Were any of my sons placed for the Game? If ever power cold show a mastery in thee, Let it appear in this, I care not what, So I behold the Children of my cuuning, And see what rank they keep, Dukes they're called Rooks by some. Thy answer's high, see my son and daughter. Pawns argue but poor spirits, and light performents: Nor worthy of the name of my Disciples: If I had stood so nigh I would have cut That Bishops throat, but I'ld have had his place; And told the Queen a love tale in her ear, Would have made her best pulse dance, there's elixar Of brain, and spirit amongst em. Pish, I would rule my self, not observe rule. I would do any thing to rule alone, 'Tis rare to have the world ruled in by one. O with what longing will this breast be tossed, Until I see this great Game wone and lost.
Plot summary
Plot — A Game at Chess
Ignatius Loyola returns to Earth to find that the Jesuits do not yet rule the world — which serves them right for ===== PAGE 93 ===== 1624 having taken so long to canonize him. Error shows him a vision of a chess game between the forces of Catholicism (the Black house) and Protestantism (the White house). The White Queen’s Pawn has broken off her engagement to the White Bishop’s Pawn after the latter was castrated by the Black Knight’s Pawn. Now the Black Queen’s and Bishop’s Pawns attempt to seduce her, in both religious and sexual terms; the Black King also hopes to use her as a way of getting at the White Queen, both to satisfy his lust and as part of the Black house’s scheme for world domination. In the event, however, she rejects the advances of the Black Bishop’s Pawn and he attempts to rape her, but is interrupted. The discovery of his hypocrisy provides ammunition for the White cause. However, the victim loses credence when the Black Knight produces forged documents purporting to show that the Black Bishop’s Pawn was not in the country at the time of the incident. The White King allows the Black house to determine her punishment, but the Black Knight's stratagem is exposed and the pawn vindicated. The Black Knight takes the White King’s Pawn, who turns out to be an agent of Black anyway; he expects to be made a cardinal, but the Black Knight double-crosses him and he ends up in the bag. The Black Queen’s Pawn pretends sympathy for her White opposite number, and tries again to win her for Black by predicting her marriage to an up-and-coming Black gentleman. The White Queen’s Pawn shows interest, and is shown her future husband in a magic mirror; in fact it is a ruse, and the man she sees is the Black Bishop’s Pawn. When they are introduced, however, she refuses to have sex until they are married; but being a Jesuit, he cannot marry. The Black Queen’s Pawn persuades her White equivalent that a contract is enough, but substitutes herself when the sexual encounter takes place; she later reveals this when the Black Bishop’s Pawn is pressing himself on his supposed bedfellow, before both Black pawns are taken. The Black Knight’s Pawn is guilt-stricken at his crime against the White Bishop’s Pawn, but he cannot buy absolution because castration is not included in the Black Bishop’s book of indulgences. Murder, however, is: the penitent pawn must kill his victim if he is to be forgiven, but he is taken when he makes the attempt. The Black Bishop attacks…