But 'twere unjust to leave in jeopardy The dear companions who sailed here with me. Chorus. Come! who is first that with his hand Will urge down the burning brand Semi-chorus 1. Song within. Let us with some comic spell Teach the yet unteachable. By all means he must be blinded, If my council be but minded. Semi-chorus II. Happy those made odorous With the dew which sweet grapes weep, To the village hastening thu, Seek the vines that soothe to sleep, Having first embraced thy friend, Cyc. Ha! ha! ha! I'm full of wine, Heavy with the joy divine, With the young feast oversated. Like a merchant's vessel freighted To the water's edge, my crop To my brothers on the mountains, Who shall share the wine's sweet fountains. Chorus. One with eyes the fairest Cometh from his dwelling; Soon pied flowers, sweet-breathing, Ulys. Listen, O Cyclops, for I am well skilled Cyc. What sort of God is Bacchus then accounted? Ulys. Stay here; now drink, and make your spirit glad. Ulys. But village mirth breeds contests, broils, and blows. A Sil. Stay-for what need have you of pot companions? Cyc. Indeed this place is closely carpeted With flowers and grass. Sil. And in the sun-warm noon 'Tis sweet to drink. Lie down beside me now, Cyc. What do you put the cup behind me for? Cyc. Cyc. I'll feast on you the last of your companions. I looked so beautiful. Сус. You shall repent For kissing the coy wine that loves you not. Sil. By Jupiter! you said that I am fair. Curse you! Give it me so. # Sil. Not till I see you wear That coronal, and taste the cup to you. Сус. Thou wily traitor! Aye, you will roar if you are caught in drinking. Cyc. How now? * * Sil. Ye Gods, what a delicious gulp! Cyc. Guest, take it ;-you pour out the wine for me. Ulys. The wine is well accustomed to my hand. Cyc. Pour out the wine! Ulys. I pour; only be silent. Cyc. Silence is a hard task to him who drinks. Ulys. Take it and drink it off; leave not a dreg. Oh, that the drinker died with his own draught! Cyc. Papai! the vine must be a sapient plant. Ulys. If you drink much after a mighty feast, Moistening your thirsty maw, you will sleep well; If you leave aught, Bacchus will dry you up. Cyc. Ho! ho! I can scarce rise. What pure delight! And the clear congregation of the Gods. I am the Ganymede of Jupiter. Cyc. By Jove you are; I bore you off from Dardanus. ULYSSES and the CHORUS. Ulys. Come, boys of Bacchus, children of high race, This man within is folded up in sleep, And soon will vomit flesh from his fell maw; The brand under the shed thrusts out its smoke, No preparation needs, but to burn out The monster's eye;--but bear yourselves like men. Chorus. We will have courage like the adamant rock. All things are ready for you here; go in, Before our father shall perceive the noise. Ulys. Vulcan, Ætnean king! burn out with fire Chorus. Soon a crab the throat will seize Come, Maron, come! Raging let him fix the doom, Oh, I long to dance and revel Leaving this abandoned home→→ Will the moment ever come? Ulys. Be silent, ye wild things! Nay, hold your peace, And keep your lips quite close; dare not to breathe, Or spit, or e'en wink, lest ye wake the monster, Until his eye be tortured out with fire. Chorus. Nay, we are silent, and we chaw the air. Ulys. Come now, and lend a hand to the great stake Within-it is delightfully red hot. Chorus. stake You then command who first should seize the |