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And as for thy self, had not that weighty bulk of thine cracked so many Gibbets, that the King began to fear his Forests, thou hadst never been preserved to whiffle plagues as thou usherest us to the Bar, and take away the Judges stomachs as often as they come to eat upon Life and Death, and celebrate the Funerals of distressed Gentle men. To assign us perhaps some three or four hun dreaded stripes aday a piece, to take down my Landlord's bo die, and make him in case to suffer what he hath been long adjudged to. Then Sauciness, know your Master's. Sirrah Gaolor, see you send Mistress Turnkey your wife to take us up whores enough: and be sure she let none of the young Students of the Law forestall the Market. Yes, yes. Let's to our stations, and be ready to Accost m at the first approach. Never doubt it Man, They'le come themselves; for proof behold Agreed, agreed. We are come Not to disturb, but heighten your delights. Love-tricks Lady. And this. May not a man wink without mortality, When he lets it go down? Here Stratocles. I do not Like these healths at random; let's have a sober methodical order for a while. Let's have'em Here Molops. Out you dissembling Rascal; are you of Cratan der's faction. I never thought he would have been either so womanish, as to have been chased himself, or so uncivil as to keep us so but he talks of lying with surprised Cities, and committing Fornication with Victory, and making Mars Pimp for him. In good troth I take it very scurvily at his hands, that he will not let me deserve hanging. I'ld thought to have done all the villainies in the world, and left a name behind me: but he's severe forsooth, and cries out Virtue, Mistress Virtue. Agreed, agreed. Holla! Leocrates? Never be afraid man, it's I, the very same. Where's Stratocles, and Philotas? Hark: I hear they; they are hard by; let's and swer they. Holla! And we have wood enough among us to—. As I hope for Mercy Cratander. —by the ball of Fortune here he comes: Soul of my life what shall we do? Faith Landlord Molops, I'ld have sworn thou hadst been of a better Nature, than to re member Pot quarrels. By my troth I should have kicked my Father in that humour. My Lord Praxaspes says he loves this walk.
Plot summary
Plot — The Royal Slave
Five Greeks are taken prisoner by the Persians after a war with Ephesus. According to a local custom, one of these slaves must be given royal power for three days, but then killed as an offering to the sun god. Cratander, who denies the efficacy of human sacrifice, is selected, and has his fellow captives released to serve him at court. Cratander takes his royal responsibilities seriously. The lords fear that he will use his power to harm the state, and offer him the sensual pleasures of kingship, but he refuses to be distracted. Atossa, the Queen, is impressed by his self-control, and gives him a chain, exciting the jealousy of her husband, King Arsamnes. The other Greeks, however, enjoy a bibulous, lascivious good time, and are only prevented from raping Atossa’s women by the chance arrival of Cratander. Fearing further attempts, the women of Sardis take refuge in the castle. Two members of the Ephesian army who are still at liberty take the risk of coming to see Cratander at the palace. They ask him to use his power to send the Persian army back to war, with the intention that they will be massacred by the forewarned Ephesians. Cratander conscientiously refuses, but asks the Ephesian army to rendezvous with him at the castle. His plan is to allow them to be defeated in battle, but have Atossa intervene with her husband to spare them and free Ephesus. The other Greeks plan to ambush Cratander in the woods, disguised as beggars; but he recognizes them and sends them back to prison. He then joins the women in the castle. Arsamnes engages the Ephesians in battle, defeats them, and then demands that Atossa give up Cratander for sacrifice. Cratander accepts the rule of law. Reconciled with Atossa, Arsamnes attempts to pardon Cratander, but the priests are insistent that he must die. At the ceremony, however, the sun is eclipsed and a shower of rain puts out the fire: recognizing Cratander’s virtue, the sun god has refused to accept the sacrifice. Cratander accepts Arsamnes’ offer to allow him to retain his royal power, and agrees to divide his time and abilities between the affairs of Persia and Ephesus.