EURIPIDES. Don't worry! that will be washed off with a sponge.
MNESILOCHUS. Woe to him who dares to wash my rump!
EURIPIDES. Agathon, you refuse to devote yourself to helping me; but at any rate lend me a tunic and a belt. You cannot say you have not got them.
AGATHON. Take them and use them as you like; I consent.
MNESILOCHUS. What must be taken?
EURIPIDES. What must be taken? First put on this long saffron-coloured robe.
MNESILOCHUS. By Aphrodité! what a sweet odour! how it smells of a man's genitals![565] Hand it me quickly. And the belt?
EURIPIDES. Here it is.
MNESILOCHUS. Now some rings for my legs.
EURIPIDES. You still want a hair-net and a head-dress.