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Guardian of Rags and Vermin, Protector of half-breeches and no shirts, what's thy Raskalship's plea sure? Why what can he do? he won't let us go and conquer us again, will he? Well, what must be, must be I was afraid I should have died a silly foolish old Animal, called Virgin. But now, have at one of the Ladies ever I go I have a strong desire to leave some Posterity behind me. I would not have the house of the Stratocles decay for want of Issue. Holla! Oh are you there? Worser you think we have no Religion in us? it's a most corrupt time, when such as we cannot keep touch, and be faithful one to another. HOw far do we outshine the Persian Court See what good clothes can do. I think there are not Four properer Gentlemen walk the streets. I wonder none pass by yet: sure theyl'e send Tickets unto us, to invite us to Their Lodgings the backway. Agreed, agreed. Do you Take us for Monsters then? Do y'thinke us Tumblers then, or Jugglers? Fear him not Madam; I'll be your defence; My soul is linked and chained unto your Tongue. By this kiss. Come thou uneven lump, thou heap of sins in proof; we will liquour thy Keys, open thy Cages, and give thy meager Tenants a Play day, Rascal. Bring the Jars nearer. As I hope for fortune, I think my soul will pass into a frog. Now for a hundred Throats; to thee Molops. Or shall we drink our Mistress's names, and soak it Alphabetically? The noblest drinking methinks is the Postures. Strike up the Battle then. Think your selves all in service now, and do as I do. Take your Bows Gent: and make a stand. They take their pots in their left hands. They take their ups in their right hands & fill. They blow off the froth. Right! draw your shafts now, & nock they. Very good! now smooth your feathers. Well done! Present, and take aim. Here's to thee Leocrates. Now draw your Bows and let lose all. Sing that which I made in the Prison; it's seasonable enough. Well said! now the other charge to the honour of Cratander. These are the fruits of Learning; we suffer all this merely because he hath a little familiarity with the Devil in Philosophy, and can conjure with a few Notions out of Socrates. Oh! we must walk Discreetly, look as carefully to our steps, As if we were to dance on ropes, with Eggs Under our feet: we have left off shackles, To be worse fettered. That which all Governors of Market-towns are, Some lazy Planet, I believe. The motion's worthy; crown the Goblet then. But wee've done ill to leave our weapons yonder What else? dost thou think we will be so base, as not to stand to Covenants? Why so Philotas? do you not see wooden legs, and Crutches, wry Necks, and lame Arms, maimed limbs, and blind sides? Not a sword, not a knife among us! all left behind us in the wood! that we should be all manacled now, out of a most unluckily Policy! We shall never have him alone again make towards him and be hanged, that he may resolve the Question however. Sirrah, be civil, or else before Jove I'll pull off my wooden leg, and break your Pate with it, though I die for it. Dost thou think we are Rogues and Villains? Why? they will fallen in pieces, If they stir but any thing violently. Well, what shall those Rascals play, while we drink the Postures? Agreed, agreed.
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.