SERVANT And those stars like sparks, that plough up the air as they dart across the sky?(1)
f(1) The shooting stars.
TRYGAEUS They are the rich leaving the feast with a lantern and a light inside it.—But hurry up, show this young girl into my house, clean out the bath, heat some water and prepare the nuptial couch for herself and me. When 'tis done, come back here; meanwhile I am off to present this one to the Senate.
SERVANT But where then did you get these pretty chattels?
TRYGAEUS Where? why in heaven.
SERVANT I would not give more than an obolus for gods who have got to keeping brothels like us mere mortals.
TRYGAEUS They are not all so, but there are some up there too who live by this trade.
SERVANT Come, that's rich! But I bethink me, shall I give her something to eat?
TRYGAEUS No, for she would neither touch bread nor cake; she is used to licking ambrosia at the table of the gods.
SERVANT Well, we can give her something to lick down here too.