They’re over-dull to dream here; even the noblest (looking after Lesbia)
Is irked by what I deem peculiar joy.
Scene 3
Open space. A crowd. Kandaules on his throne. Lesbia, Hero, and others at one side, on a raised structure. The games are just over. General stir and drifting into groups. Wrestlers, boxers, charioteers, etc., come by degrees to sight, all crowned with branches of the Silver Poplar. Wine is handed round. Music. The Feast begins.
The People.
Hail, Gyges, hail!
Kan. (gazing into the background).
In discus-throwing, too?
For the third time? I should be sore to see it!
Why this leaves not a doit for mine own people!