“Where, where?”
“It is behind us.”
“Get behind then.”
“No—it is in front.”
“Why don’t you go in front?”
“O Master, I see such a Monster.”
“What is it like?”
“Why! it keeps on changing—now it’s a bull, now it’s a stag, and now it’s a woman; and its face is all fire. What shall we do? O Hercules, Hercules help.”
“Hold your tongue. Don’t call me Hercules.”
“Bacchus, then.”