Al. But that is not the Fountain of the Muses, but a Lake of Frogs.
Ba. But can't you do something to make me see this Sight, as well as you?
Al. I could if I had a Laurel-Branch here, for Water out of a clear Spring, sprinkled upon one with a Laurel Bough, makes the Eyes capable of such Sights as these.
Ba. Why, see here is a Laurel and a Fountain too.
Al. Is there? That's clever, I vow.
Ba. But prithee, sprinkle me with it.
Al. Now look, do you see now?
Ba. As much as I did before. Sprinkle me again.
Al. Well, now do you see?
Ba. Just as much; sprinkle me plentifully.