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How Eunoe squeezes us! Do, child, make way For your own self. There,-now we're all got in, As the man said, when he turned the key on his
bride. Gor. Praxinoe, do look here ; what lovely ta
pestry; How fine and graceful! One would think the Gods
did it. Prax. Holy Minerva ! How those artists work ! How they do paint their pictures to the life ! The figures stand so like, and move so like ! They're quite alive! not worked !-Well, certainly, Man's a wise thing. And look how wonderful, He lies there on his silver couch, all budding With the young' down about his face ;--Adonis, Charming Adonis, charming ev'n in Acheron ! 2d Man. Do hold your tongues there,-chatter,
chatter, chatter :
The turtles stun one with their yawning gabble.*
Gor. Hey day, whence comes the man! What
is't to you,
If we do chatter? Rule where you've a right.
sweet! t. And don't fear you, nor all your empty blows. Gor. Hush, hush, Praxinoe ;—there's the Gre
cian girl, A most accomplished creature, going to sing About Adonis ; she that sings so well
* The Syracusans, a colony from Corinth, spoke the Dorian dialect, which was full of a's.
+ An epithet of the favourite Sicilian deity, Proserpine, as that of “ Adorable” was, which Gorgo uses before.
The song of Sperchis; she'll sing something fine, I warrant :-see, how sweetly she prepares !
O lady, who dost take delight
Berenice's daughter, she
And whate'er a curious taster
Could desire, that woman make
Their new wings, go half afraid,
Samian or Milesian.
But another couch there is
For Adonis, close to his ;
Venus has it, and with joy: