The Act 1. Scene 1 - Royal Slave
Speakers
Act. I. Sce. I.
Philotas, Stratocles, Leocrates, Archippus singing in the Prison, Molops barkning without. Mol .
These wicked Ephesian Captives, are most everlasting Tipplers; I charm'd my fleas with 'em last night, and left them too I'm sure well to live, and yet they're at it againe this morning. Slaves within .
Hem! hem! hem! A pox on our Gaolor, &c. Mol .
So! now they're tuning their Pipes. O the Religion of these Greekes! they sing and drinke downe the Sunne, and then they sing and drinke him up againe. Some drunken Hymne I warrant you towards now, in the prayse of their great huge, rowling, Tunbellyed god Bacchus as they call him. Let's hearken a little.
The Slaves song within.
‘A pox on our Gaolor, and on his fat Jowle;
‘Ther's liberty lyes in the bottome o'th' Bowle.
‘A figge for what ever the Raskall can doe,
‘Our Dungeon is deepe, but our Cup's so too.
‘Then drinke we a round in despight of our Foes,
‘And make our hard Irons cry clinke in the Close. Mol .
Wondrous good I faith! These fetter'd Swannes chant it most melodiously before their deathes. Sure there is a great deale of pleasure in being hang'd; for I have observ'd it e're since I was a little one, that they alwayes sing before they goe to't. But here's that will spoyle your voyces my Friends. Phil .
Who's there? Mol .
Your friend at a dead lift; your Landlord Molops . Phil .
Now grand Commissioner of fate; what wouldst thou have Heyre apparent to Pluto?
He opens the dore, and the Slaves enter. Mol .
Come forth: and if you can endure to read, her's a Persian line in my hand will instruct you. Stra .
Guardian of Ragges and Vermin, Protectour of halfe-breeches and no shirts, what's thy Raskalship's pleasure? Mol .
Good words Sir, good words: I am your Destiny, do you not see your Thread of Life here? Leoc .
Yes, yes, 'tis of thy wives owne twisting, good Molops , I know the Promotion of your Family: she came from the Web-errantry of highway-Inkle, to the domestique turning and winding of home-bred Hempe, and thence gets a three-halfe-penny Legacy at the departure of every wrong'd Sinner. Archip .
And as for thy selfe, had not that weighty bulke of thine crack'd so many Gibbets, that the King began to feare his Forrests, thou had'st never been preserv'd to whiffle plagues as thou usher'st us to the Barre, and take away the Judges stomackes as often as they come to eate upon Life and Death, and celebrate the Funerals of distressed Gentlemen. Mol
You dying men may be impudent by your places, but I'd wish you to compose your countenances and your manners both, for the King is coming to visit you. Phil
What mak'st thou here then? though I easily beleeve thou hast an ambition to be seene in good company, yet prethee be gon, and don't discredit us. The King loves no Garbidge-tubbes. Mol .
The King shall be inform'd of the fowle words you give his Officers. Stra .
Why what can he doe? he won't let us goe and conquer us againe, will he? Leoc .
But good honest Landlord, what's the Kings intent to honour us with his Royall visit? Archip .
To assigne us perhaps some three or foure hundred stripes aday a peece, to take downe my Landlord's body, and make him in case to suffer what he hath beene long adjudg'd to. Mol .
No, Saucines, 'tis to make one of you King. Arch .
Then, Saucines, know your Masters. Mol .
Be not mistaken: 'tis not any way to honour you, but to make himselfe sport. For you must know, that 'tis the custome of the Persian Kings after a Conquest, to take one of the Captives, and adorne him with all the Robes of Majesty, giving him all Priviledges for three full dayes, that hee may doe what hee will, and then be certainly led to death. Phil .
Will he allow so long? I'd give my life at any time for one dayes Royalty; 'tis space enough to new mould a Kingdome. His Majesty useth us wondrous reasonably; I'd as liffe deale with him as any man I know. But who's to have our cloaths, Sirrah, when we have done? Mol .
'Tis a small fee that the State hath entayl'd upon my Place an't please you. Phil .
By my troth I guess'd so: I was wondring how, their Courtiers could goe so brave with so little meanes. Stra .
Well, what must be, must be. I was affraid I should have dy'd a silly foolish old Animal , call'd Virgin. But now, have at one of the Ladyes e're I goe: 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. Leoc .
If I have the fortune of't, I'le Revell it all night; Kings, they say, ought not to sleep for the good of the people. Arch .
Sirrah Gaolor, see you send Mistris Turne-key your wife to take us up whores enough: and be sure she let none of the young Students of the Law fore-stall the Market. Mol .
Peace, the King approaches: stand in your rankes orderly, and shew your breeding; and be sure you blow nothing on the Lords.
Act. I. Sce. I.
Philotas, Stratocles, Leocrates, Archippus singing in the Prison, Molops barkning without. Mol .
These wicked Ephesian Captives, are most everlasting Tipplers; I charm'd my fleas with 'em last night, and left them too I'm sure well to live, and yet they're at it againe this morning. Slaves within .
Hem! hem! hem! A pox on our Gaolor, &c. Mol .
So! now they're tuning their Pipes. O the Religion of these Greekes! they sing and drinke downe the Sunne, and then they sing and drinke him up againe. Some drunken Hymne I warrant you towards now, in the prayse of their great huge, rowling, Tunbellyed god Bacchus as they call him. Let's hearken a little.
The Slaves song within.
‘A pox on our Gaolor, and on his fat Jowle;
‘Ther's liberty lyes in the bottome o'th' Bowle.
‘A figge for what ever the Raskall can doe,
‘Our Dungeon is deepe, but our Cup's so too.
‘Then drinke we a round in despight of our Foes,
‘And make our hard Irons cry clinke in the Close. Mol .
Wondrous good I faith! These fetter'd Swannes chant it most melodiously before their deathes. Sure there is a great deale of pleasure in being hang'd; for I have observ'd it e're since I was a little one, that they alwayes sing before they goe to't. But here's that will spoyle your voyces my Friends. Phil .
Who's there? Mol .
Your friend at a dead lift; your Landlord Molops . Phil .
Now grand Commissioner of fate; what wouldst thou have Heyre apparent to Pluto?
He opens the dore, and the Slaves enter. Mol .
Come forth: and if you can endure to read, her's a Persian line in my hand will instruct you. Stra .
Guardian of Ragges and Vermin, Protectour of halfe-breeches and no shirts, what's thy Raskalship's pleasure? Mol .
Good words Sir, good words: I am your Destiny, do you not see your Thread of Life here? Leoc .
Yes, yes, 'tis of thy wives owne twisting, good Molops , I know the Promotion of your Family: she came from the Web-errantry of highway-Inkle, to the domestique turning and winding of home-bred Hempe, and thence gets a three-halfe-penny Legacy at the departure of every wrong'd Sinner. Archip .
And as for thy selfe, had not that weighty bulke of thine crack'd so many Gibbets, that the King began to feare his Forrests, thou had'st never been preserv'd to whiffle plagues as thou usher'st us to the Barre, and take away the Judges stomackes as often as they come to eate upon Life and Death, and celebrate the Funerals of distressed Gentlemen. Mol
You dying men may be impudent by your places, but I'd wish you to compose your countenances and your manners both, for the King is coming to visit you. Phil
What mak'st thou here then? though I easily beleeve thou hast an ambition to be seene in good company, yet prethee be gon, and don't discredit us. The King loves no Garbidge-tubbes. Mol .
The King shall be inform'd of the fowle words you give his Officers. Stra .
Why what can he doe? he won't let us goe and conquer us againe, will he? Leoc .
But good honest Landlord, what's the Kings intent to honour us with his Royall visit? Archip .
To assigne us perhaps some three or foure hundred stripes aday a peece, to take downe my Landlord's body, and make him in case to suffer what he hath beene long adjudg'd to. Mol .
No, Saucines, 'tis to make one of you King. Arch .
Then, Saucines, know your Masters. Mol .
Be not mistaken: 'tis not any way to honour you, but to make himselfe sport. For you must know, that 'tis the custome of the Persian Kings after a Conquest, to take one of the Captives, and adorne him with all the Robes of Majesty, giving him all Priviledges for three full dayes, that hee may doe what hee will, and then be certainly led to death. Phil .
Will he allow so long? I'd give my life at any time for one dayes Royalty; 'tis space enough to new mould a Kingdome. His Majesty useth us wondrous reasonably; I'd as liffe deale with him as any man I know. But who's to have our cloaths, Sirrah, when we have done? Mol .
'Tis a small fee that the State hath entayl'd upon my Place an't please you. Phil .
By my troth I guess'd so: I was wondring how, their Courtiers could goe so brave with so little meanes. Stra .
Well, what must be, must be. I was affraid I should have dy'd a silly foolish old Animal , call'd Virgin. But now, have at one of the Ladyes e're I goe: 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. Leoc .
If I have the fortune of't, I'le Revell it all night; Kings, they say, ought not to sleep for the good of the people. Arch .
Sirrah Gaolor, see you send Mistris Turne-key your wife to take us up whores enough: and be sure she let none of the young Students of the Law fore-stall the Market. Mol .
Peace, the King approaches: stand in your rankes orderly, and shew your breeding; and be sure you blow nothing on the Lords.
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