Deuce take the man who first
invented
perfumes, say I!
Aristophanes
Ah!
great Zeus, may she soon be done!
MYRRHINE (_coming back with a flask of perfume_). Hold out your hand; now
rub it in.
CINESIAS. Oh! in Apollo's name, I don't much like the smell of it; but
perhaps 'twill improve when it's well rubbed in. It does not somehow
smack of the marriage bed!
MYRRHINE. There, what a scatterbrain I am; if I have not brought Rhodian
perfumes! [450]
CINESIAS. Never mind, dearest, let be now.
MYRRHINE. You are joking!
CINESIAS.
Deuce take the man who first invented perfumes, say I!
MYRRHINE (_coming back with another flask_). Here, take this bottle.
CINESIAS. I have a better all ready for your service, darling. Come, you
provoking creature, to bed with you, and don't bring another thing.
MYRRHINE. Coming, coming; I'm just slipping off my shoes. Dear boy, will
you vote for peace?
CINESIAS. I'll think about it. (_Myrrhine runs away. _) I'm a dead man,
she is killing me! She has gone, and left me in torment! I must have
someone to fuck, I must! Ah me!
MYRRHINE (_coming back with a flask of perfume_). Hold out your hand; now
rub it in.
CINESIAS. Oh! in Apollo's name, I don't much like the smell of it; but
perhaps 'twill improve when it's well rubbed in. It does not somehow
smack of the marriage bed!
MYRRHINE. There, what a scatterbrain I am; if I have not brought Rhodian
perfumes! [450]
CINESIAS. Never mind, dearest, let be now.
MYRRHINE. You are joking!
CINESIAS.
Deuce take the man who first invented perfumes, say I!
MYRRHINE (_coming back with another flask_). Here, take this bottle.
CINESIAS. I have a better all ready for your service, darling. Come, you
provoking creature, to bed with you, and don't bring another thing.
MYRRHINE. Coming, coming; I'm just slipping off my shoes. Dear boy, will
you vote for peace?
CINESIAS. I'll think about it. (_Myrrhine runs away. _) I'm a dead man,
she is killing me! She has gone, and left me in torment! I must have
someone to fuck, I must! Ah me!
