AGATHON. Why? I should look as if I were wanting to trespass on secret nightly pleasures of the women and to ravish their Aphrodité.[562]
MNESILOCHUS. Of wanting to ravish indeed! you mean wanting to be ravished—in the rearward mode. Ah! great gods! a fine excuse truly!
EURIPIDES. Well then, do you agree?
AGATHON. Don't count upon it.
EURIPIDES. Oh! I am unfortunate indeed! I am undone!
MNESILOCHUS. Euripides, my friend, my son-in-law, never despair.
EURIPIDES. What can be done?
MNESILOCHUS. Send him to the devil and do with me as you like.
EURIPIDES. Very well then, since you devote yourself to my safety, take off your cloak first.
MNESILOCHUS. There, it lies on the ground. But what do you want to do with me?