The herdsmen of the golden age led their herds to pasture without fear that the cattle would flee, they feared only the jungle beasts.
O my friends, what do you think of all these cannons?
SECOND MIDWIFE
What do I think of these cannons? They are vigorous phalli.
O my beautiful nights! I am happy because of a sinister horn which enchanted me last night, 'tis a good augury. My hair is perfumed with abelmosch.
O! the beautiful and rigid phalli that these cannons are! If women had to do military service they would all go into the artillery. The sight of the cannons in battle would be strange for them.
Lights are born on the sea far off.
Reply, o Zelotide, reply with thy sweet voice.
THIRD MIDWIFE
I love his eyes at night, he knows my hair well and its odour. In the streets of Marseilles an officer pursued me for a long time. He was well dressed and of fair colour, there was gold on his costume and his mouth tempted me, but I fled his kisses and took refuge in my "bedroom" of the "family-house" where I was stopping.[2]