Phæd. What, with catsguts and rosin! This Solla is but a lamentable empty sound.
Jup. Then, there's a sound will please thee better. [Throwing her a purse.
Phæd. Ay, there's something of melody in this sound. I could dance all day to the music of Chink, Chink.
Jup. Go, Sosia, round our Thebes,
To Polidas, to Tranio, and to Gripus,
Companions of our war; invite them all
To join their prayers to smooth Alcmena's brow,
And, with a solemn feast, to crown the day.
Sos. [Taking Jupiter about the knees.] Let me embrace you, sir. [Jupiter pushes him away.] Nay, you must give me leave to express my gratitude; I have not eaten, to say eating, nor drunk, to say drinking, never since our villainous encamping so near the enemy. It is true, I escaped the bloody-flux, because I had so little in my bowels to come out; and I durst let nothing go, in conscience, because I had nothing to swallow in the room on't.
Jup. You, Bromia, see that all things be prepared, With that magnificence, as if some god Were guest or master here.