[A PAUSE.]

FIRST BOAR: 
Well, go on; we long
To hear what she can possibly have done.

PURGANAX: 
Why, it is hinted, that a certain Bull—­
Thus much is KNOWN:—­the milk-white Bulls that feed 60
Beside Clitumnus and the crystal lakes
Of the Cisalpine mountains, in fresh dews
Of lotus-grass and blossoming asphodel
Sleeking their silken hair, and with sweet breath
Loading the morning winds until they faint 65
With living fragrance, are so beautiful!—­
Well, I say nothing;—­but Europa rode
On such a one from Asia into Crete,
And the enamoured sea grew calm beneath
His gliding beauty.  And Pasiphae, 70
Iona’s grandmother,—­but SHE is innocent! 
And that both you and I, and all assert.

FIRST BOAR: 
Most innocent!

PURGANAX: 
Behold this BAG; a bag—­

SECOND BOAR: 
Oh! no GREEN BAGS!!  Jealousy’s eyes are green,
Scorpions are green, and water-snakes, and efts, 75
And verdigris, and—­

PURGANAX: 
Honourable Swine,
In Piggish souls can prepossessions reign? 
Allow me to remind you, grass is green—­
All flesh is grass;—­no bacon but is flesh—­
Ye are but bacon.  This divining BAG 80
(Which is not green, but only bacon colour)
Is filled with liquor, which if sprinkled o’er
A woman guilty of—­we all know what—­
Makes her so hideous, till she finds one blind
She never can commit the like again. 85
If innocent, she will turn into an angel,
And rain down blessings in the shape of comfits
As she flies up to heaven.  Now, my proposal
Is to convert her sacred Majesty
Into an angel (as I am sure we shall do), 90
By pouring on her head this mystic water.
[SHOWING THE BAG.]
I know that she is innocent; I wish
Only to prove her so to all the world.

FIRST BOAR: 
Excellent, just, and noble Purganax.

SECOND BOAR: 
How glorious it will be to see her Majesty 95
Flying above our heads, her petticoats
Streaming like—­like—­like—­

THIRD BOAR: 
Anything.

PURGANAX: 
Oh no! 
But like a standard of an admiral’s ship,
Or like the banner of a conquering host,
Or like a cloud dyed in the dying day, 100
Unravelled on the blast from a white mountain;
Or like a meteor, or a war-steed’s mane,
Or waterfall from a dizzy precipice
Scattered upon the wind.

FIRST BOAR: 
Or a cow’s tail.

SECOND BOAR: 
Or ANYTHING, as the learned Boar observed. 105

PURGANAX: 
Gentlemen Boars, I move a resolution,
That her most sacred Majesty should be
Invited to attend the feast of Famine,
And to receive upon her chaste white body
Dews of Apotheosis from this BAG. 110