Dionysus.
What did I tell you? There it sticks again!
You might let Pelops have a new one, though—
You get quite good ones very cheap just now.
Euripides.
By Zeus, not yet! I still have plenty left.
"From earth King Oineus, . . ."
Aeschylus.
Found his oil-can gone!
Euripides.
You must first let me quote one line entire!
"From earth King Oineus goodly harvest won,
But, while he worshipped, . . ."
Aeschylus.
Found his oil-can gone!
Dionysus.
During the prayers! Who can have been the thief!
Euripides (desperately).
Oh, let him be! I defy him answer this—
"Great Zeus in heaven, the word of truth has flown, . . ."
Dionysus.
O mercy! His is certain to be gone!
They bristle with long oil-cans, hedgehog-wise,
Your prologues; they're as bunged up as your eyes!
For God's sake change the subject.—Take his songs!
