TRYGAEUS. Hold! I take this fire-brand first and plunge it into the water.
SERVANT. Be quick! be quick! Sprinkle the altar.
TRYGAEUS. Give me some barley-seed, purify yourself and hand me the basin; then scatter the rest of the barley among the audience.
SERVANT. 'Tis done.
TRYGAEUS. You have thrown it?
SERVANT. Yes, by Hermes! and all the spectators have had their share.
TRYGAEUS. But not the women?
SERVANT. Oh! their husbands will give it them this evening.[358]
TRYGAEUS. Let us pray! Who is here? Are there any good men?[359]
SERVANT. Come, give, so that I may sprinkle these. Faith! they are indeed good, brave men.