RAT: 
I’ll slily seize and 265
Let blood from her weasand,—­
Creeping through crevice, and chink, and cranny,
With my snaky tail, and my sides so scranny.

PURGANAX: 
Aroint ye! thou unprofitable worm!
[TO THE LEECH.]
And thou, dull beetle, get thee back to hell! 270
[TO THE GADFLY.]
To sting the ghosts of Babylonian kings,
And the ox-headed Io—­

SWINE (WITHIN): 
Ugh, ugh, ugh! 
Hail!  Iona the divine,
We will be no longer Swine,
But Bulls with horns and dewlaps.

RAT: 
For, 275
You know, my lord, the Minotaur—­

PURGANAX (FIERCELY): 
Be silent! get to hell! or I will call
The cat out of the kitchen.  Well, Lord Mammon,
This is a pretty business.

[EXIT THE RAT.]

MAMMON: 
I will go
And spell some scheme to make it ugly then.—­ 280

[EXIT.]

[ENTER SWELLFOOT.]

SWELLFOOT: 
She is returned!  Taurina is in Thebes,
When Swellfoot wishes that she were in hell! 
Oh, Hymen, clothed in yellow jealousy,
And waving o’er the couch of wedded kings
The torch of Discord with its fiery hair; 285
This is thy work, thou patron saint of queens! 
Swellfoot is wived! though parted by the sea,
The very name of wife had conjugal rights;
Her cursed image ate, drank, slept with me,
And in the arms of Adiposa oft 290
Her memory has received a husband’s—­
[A LOUD TUMULT, AND CRIES OF ‘IONA FOR EVER —­NO SWELLFOOT!’]
Hark! 
How the Swine cry Iona Taurina;
I suffer the real presence; Purganax,
Off with her head!

PURGANAX: 
But I must first impanel
A jury of the Pigs.

SWELLFOOT: 
Pack them then. 295

PURGANAX: 
Or fattening some few in two separate sties. 
And giving them clean straw, tying some bits
Of ribbon round their legs—­giving their Sows
Some tawdry lace, and bits of lustre glass,
And their young Boars white and red rags, and tails 300
Of cows, and jay feathers, and sticking cauliflowers
Between the ears of the old ones; and when
They are persuaded, that by the inherent virtue
Of these things, they are all imperial Pigs,
Good Lord! they’d rip each other’s bellies up, 305
Not to say, help us in destroying her.

SWELLFOOT: 
This plan might be tried too;—­where’s General Laoctonos?
[ENTER LAOCTONOS AND DAKRY.]
It is my royal pleasure
That you, Lord General, bring the head and body,
If separate it would please me better, hither 310
Of Queen Iona.