MNESILOCHUS. 'Tis an individual to whom the son of a certain individual one day….
CLISTHENES. You are drivelling! Let's see, have you ever been here before?
MNESILOCHUS. Why certainly, every year.
CLISTHENES. Who is your tent companion?[600]
MNESILOCHUS. 'Tis a certain…. Oh! my god!
CLISTHENES. You don't answer.
FIFTH WOMAN. Withdraw, all of you; I am going to examine her thoroughly about last year's mysteries. But move away, Clisthenes, for no man may hear what is going to be said. Now answer my questions! What was done first?
MNESILOCHUS. Let's see then. What was done first? Oh! we drank.
FIFTH WOMAN. And then?
MNESILOCHUS. We drank to our healths.