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THE COMEDIES OF ARISTOPHANES
Cinesias.
Oh! ’tis not worth while; we can lie on the ground surely.
Myrrhiné.
No, no! bad man as you are, I don’t like your lying on the bare earth.
Cinesias.
Ah! how the dear girl loves me!
Myrrhiné (coming back with a bed).
Come, get to bed quick; I am going to undress. But, plague take it, we must get a mattress.
Cinesias.
A mattress! Oh! no, never mind!
Myrrhiné.
No, by Artemis! lie on the bare sacking, never! That were too squalid.
Cinesias.
A kiss!
Myrrhiné.
Wait a minute!
Cinesias.
Oh! by the great gods, be quick back!
Myrrhiné (coming back with a mattress).
Here is a mattress. Lie down, I am just going to undress. But, but you’ve got no pillow.
Cinesias.
I don’t want one, no, no.
Myrrhiné.
But I do.
