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Who's there? Now grand Commissioner of fate; what wouldst thou have Heir apparent to Pluto? What makest thou here then? though I easily be leave thou hast and ambition to be seen in good company, yet prithee be gone, and don't discredit us. The King loves no Garbage-tubs. Will he allow so long I'ld give my life at any time for one days Royalty; it's space enough to new mould a Kingdom. His Majesty uses us wondrous reasonably, I'ld as life deal with him as any man I know. But who's to have our clothes, Sirrah, when we have done? By my troth! guessed so: I was wondering how their Courtiers could go so brave with so little means. Sirrah be quick, that my foot may be at liberty to kick thee. The Ladies certainly must love us now Agreed, agreed. Nay, start not Ladies, we are men, I perceive you are well skilled In the whole course of Love, you but keep off To make delights more sweet. Why Madam? do not fear me: I snore not in my sleep; this Nose of mine Will not proclaim. How I love This pretty, pettish, froward, wanton anger? Give me a Pleasure that I struggle for. That Favour's genuinely sweet, that's wrested. You are too scornful, we too easy; come Let's hurry they to some place of secrecy, Where all their scoffing shan't prevail: you two Quickly seize her. SEt a watch at the door, to keep out sleep; He's mortal that offers to betray so much weakness As to wink. Here Archippus. I do state winking in that case divine. Right; shallow brains can never attain to't; that makes your fools, and your old governing Philosophers continue so sober still. The veget Artist, and the vigorous Poet, whose brains are full and forging still, will straight get a pleasant madness from that that will but warm those colder Rheumatic Sages, whose noses always drop Like Still-snouts. Bring the Pots in play. But where's the wenches, and the Music you promised us, good Molops. The Battle by all means. To thee Archippus. Let's have a Song between, and then have at you I feel a rumbling in my head, as if the Cyclops were forging Thunder in my Brains: But no matter, give it me: our ancient Orpheus says it, Perpetual drunkenness is the reward of Virtue. We don't fire Temples Sir: we kill no Father Nor Mother, it's not Incest to be merry. Must we still thus be checked? we live not under A King, but a Pedagogue: he's insufferable Diseases take her; I never knew any good she did in Commonwealth yet. I wonder how he dares be so im pudent, as to be good in a strange place. Did not you mark his Rhetoric cast at me? I was the But the shot at.—What praise if't, When't shall be said Philotas stood up still After the hundredth Flagon, when it's known He did not so in war?—mere, mere upbraiding: And shall Philotas this? this from Cratander? By Heaven We do enslave our selves; We can b'as free As is Cratander, though not so malicious. What Star Wertenberg thou born under Stratocles? Thou 'wer wont To exercise upon a throat or two, To keep thy hand in ure; now show thy self Let's slit this graver weazen. Who ever Succeeds him. shall allow the rest what ever Nature or Art can yield. Nothing shall be Uulawfull, but to sleep and mumble Prayers. Then fill me out and Oath. All I presume will bind themselves with this Good common looser of all cares, but what Do tend to Liberty to do the Like. Would it his blood. By Truth her self offspring And child of Wine, Cratander die ever half The glass of his short Tyranny run out. This the ̄ to the infernal Gods. powers some on the ground & this To our just anger's, Gods as great as they. he drinks. Good Omen! so! the thickened streams run black; 'Twas blood methought I drank: 'twere Laziness To say, he shall be dead; he's dead already. Drink and prepare for Pleasures. Holla! Who shall do the deed sayest thou? why thou, or he, or he, or I. No faith, thou shalt have the whole honour of it to thy self; I will not rob thee of and inch of it: I am not envi ous, Leocrates, not envious. You have all made your selves very unfit to be Priests methinks. Good faith, we may be all taken for and Hospital broke lose. Dost thou think wee'd bring thee into any danger? We have studied the Figure, and the Measure already. Who, the two whores that Cratander committed?
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.