Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 0 (shillings, tom, guts, mutton, wares, dan…). Matches are highlighted.
great Wisdom, soul of Learning, Thou'd'st be pleased to tell us freely, which of us four is fit test to make a Persian Priest. Only welcome their return with a Dance, that so we might frisk into Liberty. Any thing, good honest Molops, we are content. Half booty; Equal division Gentlemen. Troth he's so proud now he must be
Full speech
Yes, yes, it's of thy wives one twisting, good More lops, I know the Promotion of your Family: she came from the Web-errantry of highway-Inkle, to the domestic turning and winding of home bred Hemp, and thence gets a three-halfe-penny Legacy at the departure of every wronged Sinner. But good honest Landlord, what's the Kings intent to honour us with his Royal visit? If I have the fortune of't, I'll Revel it all night; Kings they say, ought not to sleep for the good of the people. But are you sure they'le pass this way We are not hairy; We have no Tails, I'm sure. Shall I draw some Ribbon then Out of my Throat? Shall I cast a Lock upon Your pretty cheeks, or seal your lovely lips Up? A kiss. What will you take to give one then? A little Love-sport only; we were arguing Pro, and Con out of Plato, and are now Going to practice his Philosophy. Off with thy Cup Landlord, and talk not; we learned it from the Teat, fool. If we drink names, let not the Letters pass for single ones, but as they would in number: I do pronounce Alpha no letter till it begin to multiply. Call they in sweet Molops. Have towards thee Philotas. Fiddlers, employ your Throats and sing a while; you shall drink with they after. Do not Ravish me; I will cry out a Rape, if that you come Within twelve foot of me; we must be modest. Modest an't please the Gods. Must one of us Piece up his Reign then? My Haunches quake, As if that Molops were to season them, And put they straight in past for the great Gods Agreed, agreed. HOlla! Archippus? Before Mercury I did not know thee: thy coming forth out of the wood with that raw arm, and those tot ter'd clothes, makes thee show Like Acteon, newly revived after his worrying. They're looking Bur-leaves perhaps for Excoriati on; or else obbing some Gibbet to accommodate themselves with decent weeds. Save thee Brother Stratocles: Joy to thee Valiant Philotas; I commend you that you keep your words: I'm glad we are so punctual. But are you sure Cratander will pass by this way? Pish! he won't pass by this hour, he's busy yet: We'll fetch they as soon as we can agree who shall do the deed. Do thou then if thou hast a mind to't. Well; the next Passenger is to decide it then; he that shall be judged the fittest to make a Persian Priest, must do the deed. Bless thy senses and thy limbs, fair Master: do a courtesy to a company of poor distressed Persians; it's not money we ask, nor clothes; only thy Judgement, thy Judgement man of Understanding. That out of thy great Wisdom, soul of Learning, Thou'd'st be pleased to tell us freely, which of us four is fit test to make a Persian Priest. Only welcome their return with a Dance, that so we might frisk into Liberty. Any thing, good honest Molops, we are content. Half booty; Equal division Gentlemen. Troth he's so proud now he must be killed to make a supper for the immortal Cannibals, that there's no Ho with him.
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.