Aeschylus.
Found his oil-can gone!
Dionysus.
What's that about the oil-can! Drat the thing!
Quote him another prologue, and let's see.
Euripides.
"Dionysus, who with wand and fawn-skin dight
On great Parnassus races in the light
Of lamps far-flashing, . . ."
Aeschylus.
Found his oil-can gone!
Dionysus.
Alas! again the oil-can finds our heart!
Euripides (beginning to reflect anxiously).
Oh, it won't come to much, though! Here's another,
With not a crack to stick the oil-can in!
"No man hath bliss in full and flawless health;
Lo, this one hath high race, but little wealth;
That, base in blood, hath . . ."
Aeschylus.
Found his oil-can gone!
Dionysus.
Euripides!
Euripides.
Well?
Dionysus.
Better furl your sails;
This oil-can seems inclined to raise the wind!
