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TO Hese wicked Ephesian Captives, are most everlasting Tipplers; I charmed my fleas with'em last night, and left them too I'm sure well to live, and yet they're at it again this morning. So! now they're tuning their Pipes. Oh the Reli gion of these Greeks! they sing and drink down the Sun, and then they sing and drink him up again. Some drunken Hymn I warrant you towards now, in the praise of their great huge, rolling, Tunbellyed God Bacchus as they call him. Let's Harken a little. Wondrous good I faith! These fettered Swans chant it most melodiously before their death's. Sure there is a great deal of pleasure in being hanged; for I have observed it ever since I was a little one, that they always sing before they go to't. But here's that will spoil your voices my Friends. Your friend at a dead lift; your Landlord Molops. Come forth; and if you can endure to read, hers a Persian line in my hand will instruct you. Good words Sir, good words: I am your Destiny, do you not see your Thread of Life here? You dying men may be impudent by your places, but I'ld wish you to compose your countenances and your manners both, for the King is coming to visit you. The King shall be informed of the fowl words you give his Officers. No, Sauciness, it's to make one of you King. Be not mistaken: it's not any way to hon you, but to make himself sport. For you must know, that 'tis the custom of the Persian Kings after a Conquest, to take one of the Captives, and adorn him with all the Robes of Ma jesty, giving him all Privileges for three full days, that he may do what he will, and then be certainly led to death. It's a small fee that the State hath entailed upon my Place an't please you. Peace, the King approaches: stand in your ranks orderly, and show your breeding; and be sure you blow no thing on the Lords. There is one more which I set apart; a good per sonable fellow, but he's wondrous heavy and bookish, and therefore I thought him unfit for any honour. I believe he's Cunning a Hymn against the good Time. If you'll make use of any Ornaments, I've a couple of Jack-chains at your service. Come Gentlemen, please you to follow, I'll give you ease of your Irons suddenly. You Grecians I think have sponges in your maws; it's but setting your hands to your sides, and squeezing your selves and presently you drink as much as before. Have at thee, Archippus. I never thought Drinking such a Mystery before; a blockhead can't be drunk, I see. For wenches, the Town will not yield any at this time; and I durst not venture my single wife amongst you all. For Fiddlers, I have provided them, they stand ready without. Have at you Fiddlers. The other charge, good fellow Soldiers. Gentlemen hear me; Cratander Ex. Crat. Speaks well, and Like a good Commonwealth's man Good Gentlemen don't kick me: I shall leave all my drink behind me, if you do. NAy, remember you kicked me Gentlemen. Well, you collogue now: say I should present you to Arsamnes and Cratander, what would you do? Yes, and kick me again. Well, with all my heart, but upon this Condition, that you untie neither Leg, nor Arm; you know Cratanders charge. You must let the two old women dance with you. The very same. They are wondrous suitable now: for you must know, that when such slippery Eels do come under my fingers, the first thing that I do, is to strip they and to put they into other cases. You le make a most perfect Gobline's Masque among you. No matter for falling in pieces; I'll pawn my word to you, they shall not sweat. You, within there, Polecats; do y'heare? I have procured so much of the Gentlemen, hold your breathes be sure, and remember you do not drown the Music with your Coughing. I have and humble suit to your Majesty in the behalf of some distressed people. There are half a dozen of sinners at the door, four of them are the Captives which your Majesty refused two of they are of another Sex, but would willingly join with they, and present you with a Dance, in congratulation of your happiness.
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.