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We pass disguised to see what will become Of our Affairs; and being the future state Of Ephesus depends on you, are come Only to give you notice of it, for We do presume you're not to be entreated To do us good. When you Should raise your Country struggling in the dust, The time is short, and too contract; it's long Enough to led and Army out against it, To crush those Relics of and half-life, that Her doubtful body faintly breathes; you may With that right hand spin three days to the space Of many Olympiads. Have we endured the hate, and felt the fury Of violent Arsamnes so long? have we Suffered his sword until it did grow blunt, And rather broke, then wounded? have you tried The weight and strictness of the Persian chain So long, and ask us now, what is your meaning? Come, come Cratander, I could chide you, but That I believe you only hide the good That you intend your Country, that it may not Be disappointed; you may safely tell us You will betray the Persians into our hands, That we may gather forces, and prepare Against their coming. Your approach Will entice Cities out of Houses; the aged, And the young too; the Matron, and the Virgin, All mingled in a blessed confusion, Will in a solemn full Procession come, And with that great Religion bring you in, As if their Captive Gods were brought them back. Come then a King home, that wentest out a Slave. You shall not change your fortune, you shall only Pass to another Empire; and for that Right may be violated. You are resolved to reason your self then Into a measured unthankfulness? what can Hinder this good t'your Country, but your self? Fearest thou the Thunder, and the Gods? the anger O'th' Grecian Powers will be upon thee, if Thou not restorest them to their seats. On then, Thou undertakest their cause, thou fightest their war Be then thy name Blasted to all Posterity, and let Our wretched Nephews, when then Souls shall labour Under the Persian Yoke, curse thee, and say, This slavery we owe unto Cratander. Ought any word Be kept with Enemies? no path is foul That leads to liberty. Nor is't Ephesus That only dreads this slavery; Claros too, And Colophon, nay Magnesia, and others That joined i'th' war do fear a share i'th' Tyranny. Why? Shall we not march beyond the Fronteirs then?
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.