Chorus.
To believe he would incline us
That a person named Sebînus
Is tossing yet unburied on the waves!
Hierophant.
While Callias, says tattle,
Has attended a sea-battle,
And lionesses' scalps were the uniform he wore!
Dionysus (to The Hierophant).
You'd oblige us much by telling
Me the way to Pluto's dwelling.
We are strangers newly lighted on your shore.
Hierophant.
No need of distant travel
That problem to unravel;
For know that while you ask me, you are standing at the door.
Dionysus (to Xanthias).
Then up, my lad, be packing!
Xanthias.
There's the Devil in the sacking:
It can't stay still a second on the floor!
Hierophant.
Now onward through Demeter's ring
Through the leaves and flowers,
All who love her junketing,
All who know her powers!
