The Slave (aside). “Some one will suffer for this.”
First Landlady. “Yes, and any quantity of garlic.”
Bacchus. “Woman this is all rubbish. I don’t know what you are talking about.”
First Landlady. “Ah! you villain, because you have buskins on, you thought I should not know you—and then there was the salt-fish.”
Second Landlady. “Yes, and the fresh cheeses which he ate, baskets and all; and when I asked him for the money he drew his sword, and we ran up, you remember, into the attic.”
The Slave. “That is just the man. That’s how he goes on everywhere.”
The angry women run off to fetch their lawyers; and Bacchus begins again.
“My dear boy, I am very fond of you.”
“I know what you are after. Say no more; I’m not going to be Hercules; ‘A pretty Hercules I should make,’ you say.”
“I don’t wonder that you’re angry. But do take the things again. The gods destroy me and mine, root and branch, if I rob you of them again.”