PEN. We are troubled with this impracticable stranger, who neither suffering nor doing will be silent.
BAC. My friend, there is still opportunity to arrange these things well.
PEN. By doing what? being a slave to my slaves?
BAC. I will bring the women here without arms.
PEN. Alas! you are contriving some trick against me.
BAC. Of what sort, if I wish to save you by my contrivances?
PEN. You have devised this together, that ye may have your revelings forever.
BAC. And indeed, know this, I agreed on it with the God.
PEN. Bring hither the arms! and do you cease to speak.
BAC. Hah! Do you wish to see them sitting on the mountains?