Oh! how it stings! Master, have you got garlic in your fist, I

But we haven't got one; it was only yesterday we moved.

Go and fetch me one from Athens, and hurry, hurry!

I'll hurry; if I return without one, I shall have no cause for

Ah! what is to become of us, wretched mortals that we are? See the

danger that threatens if he returns with the pestle, for War will

quietly amuse himself with pounding all the towns of Hellas to pieces.

Ah! Bacchus! cause this herald of evil to perish on his road!