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Cinesias.
Oh! dear, oh, dear! they treat my poor penis for all the world like Heracles.[1]
Myrrhiné (coming back with a pillow).
There, lift your head, dear!
Cinesias.
That’s really everything.
Myrrhiné.
Is it everything, I wonder.
Cinesias.
Come, my treasure.
Myrrhiné.
I am just unfastening my girdle. But remember what you promised me about making Peace; mind you keep your word.
Cinesias.
Yes, yes, upon my life I will.
Myrrhiné.
Why, you have no blanket.
Cinesias.
Great Zeus! what matter of that? ’tis you I want to fuck.
Myrrhiné.
Never fear—directly, directly! I’ll be back in no time.
Cinesias.
The woman will kill me with her blankets!
- ↑ The comic poets delighted in introducing Heracles (Hercules) on the stage as an insatiable glutton, whom the other characters were for ever tantalizing by promising toothsome dishes and then making him wait indefinitely for their arrival.
