my poor friend; buy that bottle, do, for it is going to
tear all your
prologues
to ribbons.
Aristophanes
Little I care, by Demeter! I am going to make it burst in his
hands.
DIONYSUS. Then out with it; recite another prologue, but beware, beware
of the little bottle.
EURIPIDES. "Cadmus, the son of Agenor, while leaving the city of
Sidon[510] ..."
AESCHYLUS. ... lost his little bottle.
DIONYSUS. Oh!
my poor friend; buy that bottle, do, for it is going to
tear all your
prologues
to ribbons.
EURIPIDES. What? Am I to buy it of him?
DIONYSUS. If you take my advice.
EURIPIDES. No, not I, for I have many prologues to which he cannot
possibly fit his catchword: "Pelops, the son of Tantalus, having started
for Pisa on his swift chariot[511] ..."
