TRYGAEUS I'll see to those; I want you here.
SERVANT Well then, here I am. Do you think I have been long?
TRYGAEUS Just get this roasted. Ah! who is this man, crowned with laurel, who is coming to me?
SERVANT He has a self-important look; is he some diviner?
TRYGAEUS No, I' faith! 'tis Hierocles.
SERVANT Ah! that oracle-monger from Oreus.(1) What is he going to tell us?
f(1) A town in Euboea on the channel which separated that
island from Thessaly.
TRYGAEUS Evidently he is coming to oppose the peace.
SERVANT No, 'tis the odour of the fat that attracts him.
TRYGAEUS Let us appear not to see him.