At Archedemus poke,
Who has not cut his guildsmen yet, though seven years old;
Yet up among the dead
He is demagogue and head
And contrives the topmost place of the rascaldom to hold?
And Cleisthenes, they say,
Is among the tombs all day,
Bewailing for his lover with a
lamentable whine.
And Callias, I'm told,
Has become a sailor bold,
And casts a lion's hide o'er his members feminine.
DIONYSUS
Can any of you tell
Where Pluto here may dwell,
For we, sirs, are two strangers who were never here before?
CHORUS
O, then no further stray,
Nor again inquire the way,
For know that ye have journeyed to his very entrance-door.
DIONYSUS
Take up the wraps, my lad.
XANTHIAS
Now is not this too bad?
Like "Zeus's Corinth," he "the wraps" keeps
saying o'er and o'er.
CHORUS
Now wheel your
sacred dances through the glade
with flowers bedight,
All ye who are partakers of the holy festal rite;
And I will with the women and the holy maidens go
Where they keep the
nightly vigil, an auspicious
light to show.
Now haste we to the roses,
And the meadows full of posies,
Now haste we to the meadows
In our own old way,
In choral dances blending,
In dances never ending,
Which only for the holy
The Destinies array.
O, happy
mystic chorus,
The
blessedsunshine o'er us
On us alone is smiling,
In its soft sweet light:
On us who
strove forever
With holy, pure endeavour,
Alike by friend and stranger
To guide our steps aright.
DIONYSUS
What's the right way to knock? I wonder how
The natives here are wont to knock at doors.
XANTHIAS
No dawdling: taste the door. You've got, remember,
The lion-hide and pride of Heracles.
DIONYSUS (knocking)
Boy! boy!
The door opens. AEACUS appears.
AEACUS
Who's there?
DIONYSUS
I, Heracles the strong!
AEACUS
O, you most shameless
desperateruffian, you
O,
villain,
villain,
arrant vilest
villain!
Who seized our Cerberus by the
throat, and fled,
And ran, and rushed, and bolted, haling of
The dog, my charge! But now I've got thee fast.
So close the Styx's inky-hearted rock,
The blood-bedabbled peak of Acheron
Shall hem thee in: the hell-hounds of Cocytus
Prowl round thee;
whilst the hundred-headed Asp
Shall rive thy heart-strings: the Tartesian Lamprey
Prey on thy lungs: and those Tithrasian Gorgons
Mangle and tear thy kidneys, mauling them,
Entrails and all, into one
bloody mash.
I'll speed a
running foot to fetch them hither.
Exit AEACUS.
XANTHIAS
Hallo! what now?
DIONYSUS
I've done it: call the god.
XANTHIAS
Get up, you laughing-stock; get up directly,
Before you're seen.
DIONYSUS
What, I get up? I'm fainting.
Please dab a
sponge of water on my heart.
XANTHIAS
Here! Dab it on.
DIONYSUS
Where is it?
XANTHIAS
Ye golden gods,
Lies your heart there?
DIONYSUS
It got so terrified
It fluttered down into my stomach's pit.
XANTHIAS
Cowardliest of gods and men!
DIONYSUS
The
cowardliest? I?
What I, who asked you for a
sponge, a thing
A
coward never would have done!
XANTHIAS
What then?
DIONYSUS
A
coward would have lain there wallowing;
But I stood up, and wiped myself withal.
XANTHIAS
Poseidon! quite heroic.
DIONYSUS
'Deed I think so.
But weren't you frightened at those
dreadful threats
And shoutings?
XANTHIAS
Frightened? Not a bit. I cared not.
DIONYSUS
Come then, if you're so very brave a man,
Will you be I, and take the hero's club
And lion's skin, since you're so
monstrous plucky?
And I'll be now the slave, and bear the luggage.
XANTHIAS
Hand them across. I cannot choose but take them.
And now observe the Xanthio-heracles
If I'm a
coward and a sneak like you.
DIONYSUS
Nay, you're the rogue from Melite's own self.
And I'll pick up and carry on the traps.
Enter a MAID-SERVANT of Persephone, from the door.
MAID
O
welcome, Heracles! come in, sweetheart.
My Lidy, when they told her, set to work,
Baked
mighty loaves, boiled two or three tureens
Of lentil soup, roasted a prime ox whole,
Made rolls and honey-cakes. So come along.
XANTHIAS (declining)
You are too kind.
MAID
I will not let you go.
I will not let you! Why, she's stewing slices
Of juicy bird's-flesh, and she's making comfits,
And tempering down her richest wine. Come, dear,
Come along in.
XANTHIAS (still declining)
Pray thank her.
MAID
O you're jesting,
I shall not let you off: there's such a lovely
Flute-girl all ready, and we've two or three
Dancing-girls also.
XANTHIAS
Eh! what! Dancing-girls?
MAID
Young budding virgins,
freshly tired and trimmed.
Come, dear, come in. The cook was dishing up
The cutlets, and they are bringing in the tables.
XANTHIAS
Then go you in, and tell those dancing-girls
Of whom you spake, I'm coming in Myself.
Exit MAID.
Pick up the traps, my lad, and follow me.
DIONYSUS
Hi! stop! you're not in
earnest, just because
I dressed you up, in fun, as Heracles?
Come, don't keep fooling, Xanthias, but lift
And carry in the traps yourself
You are never going to strip me of these togs
You gave me!
DIONYSUS
Going to? No, I'm doing it now.
off with that lion-skin.
XANTHIAS
Bear
witness all,
The gods shall judge between us.
DIONYSUS
Gods, indeed!
Why, how could you (the vain and foolish thought I)
A slave, a
mortal, act Alemena's son?
XANTHIAS
All right then, take them; maybe, if God will,
You'll soon require my services again.
CHORUS
This is the part of a dexterous clever
Man with his wits about him ever,
One who has travelled the world to see;
Always to shift, and to keep through all
Close to the sunny side of the wall;
Not like a pictured block to be,
Standing always in one position;
Nay but to veer, with expedition,
And ever to catch the favouring breeze,
This is the part of a
shrewd tactician,
This is to be a-Theramenes!
DIONYSUS
Truly an
exquisite joke 'twould be,
Him with a dancing-girl to see,
Lolling at ease on Milesian rugs;
Me, like a slave, beside him standing,
Aught that he wants to his
lordship handing;
Then as the
damsel fair he hugs,
Seeing me all on fire to
embrace her,
He would
perchance (for there's no man baser),