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SCENE III.
ERGASILUSalone.
He's gone,—and has intrusted to my care
The high and grand concern of catering.—
Immortal Gods! how I shall cut and quarter!
How I shall chop the crags from off the chines!
What devastation will befal the hams!
What a consumption rage among the bacon!
What massacre of fat sows paps! of brawn
What havock will arise!—Then what fatigue
Awaits the butchers! what the hog-killers!—
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Is loss of time, and hindrance.—I will now
Go enter on my government, and sit
In judgment o'er the bacon,—set at liberty
Hams that have hung untry'd and uncondemn'd.
[Exit.
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