Heracles (apologising).
I only meant it was obviously humbug!
Dionysus.
If ever I need advice about a dinner,
I'll come to you!
Xanthias (to himself).
And no one thinks of me.
Dionysus.
But why I came in these especial trappings—
Disguised as you, in fact—was this. I want you
To tell me all the hosts with whom you stayed
That time you went to fetch up Cerberus:
Tell me your hosts, your harbours, bakers' shops,
Inns, taverns—reputable and otherwise—
Springs, roads, towns, posts, and landladies that keep
The fewest fleas.
Xanthias (as before).
And no one thinks of me!
Heracles (impressively).
Bold man, and will you dare . . .
Dionysus.
Now, don't begin
That sort of thing; but tell the two of us
What road will take us quickest down to Hades.—
And, please, no great extremes of heat or cold.
Heracles.
Well, which one had I better tell you first?—
