ULYSSES. Here is the cup, together with the skin. SILENUS. Pour; that the draught may fillip my remembrance. Taste, that you may not praise it in words only. SILENUS. Babai! Great Bacchus calls me forth to dance! Joy! joy! ULYSSES. Did it flow sweetly down your throat? SILENUS. So that it tingled to my very nails. ULYSSES. And in addition I will give you gold. SILENTS. Let gold alone! only unlock the cask. ULYSSES. Bring out some cheeses now, or a young goat. SILENUS. That will I do, despising any master. Yes, let me drink one cup, and I will give CHORUS. Ye have taken Troy, and laid your hands on Helen? ULYSSES. And utterly destroyed the race of Priam. SILENUS. The wanton wretch! She was bewitched to see Of woven gold which girt the neck of Paris, First leaving my reward, the Bacchie dew Of joy-inspiring grapes. ULYSSES. Ah me! alas! What shall we do? the Cyclops is at hand! SILENUS. Hide yourselves quick within that hollow rock. ULYSSES. 'T were perilous to fly into the net. SILENUS. The cavern has recesses numberless; Hide yourselves quick. ULYSSES. That will I never do: The mighty Troy would be indeed disgraced The praise which I have gained will yet remain. SILENUS. What, ho! assistance, comrades, haste, assistance The CYCLOPS, SILENUS, ULYSSES; CHORUS. CYCLOPS. What is this tumult? Bacchus is not here, How are my young lambs in the cavern? milking SILENUS. See! I now gape at Jupiter himself, CYCLOPS. Well, is the dinner fitly cooked and laid ? SILENUS. All ready, if your throat is ready too. Is it ewe's milk, or cow's milk, or both mixed? SILENUS. Both, either; only pray don't swallow me. By no means. CYCLOPS. What is this crowd I see beside the stalls? SILENUS. Ah me! I have been beaten till I burn with fever. CYCLOPS. By whom? Who laid his fist upon your head? SILENUS. Those men, because I would not suffer them CYCLOPS. Did not the rascals know I am a god, sprung from the race of heaven? SILENT'S. I told them so, but they bore off your things, |