Hierocles.
I care little for that. ’Tis not the Sibyl who spoke it.[1]
Trygæus.
Wise Homer has also said: “He who delights in the horrors of civil war has neither country nor laws nor home.” What noble words!
Hierocles.
Beware lest the kite turn your brain and rob . . .
Trygæus.
Look out, slave! This oracle threatens our meat. Quick, pour the libation, and give me some of the inwards.
Hierocles.
I too will help myself to a bit, if you like.
Trygæus.
The libation! the libation!
Hierocles.
Pour out also for me and give me some of this meat.
Trygæus.
No, the blessed gods won’t allow it yet; let us drink; and as for you, get you gone, for ’tis their will. Mighty Peace! stay ever in our midst.
Hierocles.
Bring the tongue hither.
Trygæus.
Relieve us of your own.
Hierocles.
The libation.
- ↑ Probably the Sibyl of Delphi is meant.
