Well, I'll make you comfortable.
CINESIAS
Don't worry. I'd as soon lie on the grass.
MYRRHINE
No, by Apollo, in spite of all your faults
I won't have you lying on the nasty earth.
(From here MYRRHINE keeps on going off to fetch things.)
CINESIAS
Ah, how she loves me.
MYRRHINE
Rest there on the bench,
While I arrange my clothes. O what a nuisance,
I must find some cushions first.
CINESIAS