"What became of the Queen of the Grove?"
"I have heard that she went away with General Apollonius. I will wager my silver anklets against your bronze ones that Clarissa came down to Jerusalem when Apollonius was killed, and that she has been taken up by that fig-headed fellow who ordered the drink. The Princess! Ha, ha! She's the Queen—our Queen of Daphne! If she comes out again I will fall down at her feet, and bite off a piece of her big toe to carry back to Antioch as a memento; that is, if we ever get out of this Jewish hole."
"May the gods favor us as well as they have Clarissa!" was her companion's reply.
"Aye, when we get so heavy in the thighs, and so stiff in the joints. When that comes I, too, will sell what is left of me to a Jew. But let's have a drink."
She threw a kiss at a Greek officer leaving the court, and bent over the wine crater, singing:
Inside heat for outside heat,
Good for both the head and feet.
Give me love and give me wine.
Give me both, or I'm not thine. Tra-la!