Nugo. Whether he is always thirsty or not, I don’t know. But certainly he is always ready to drink.
X. The Nightingale and the Cuckoo
Bamb. Listen, there is the nightingale!
Grac. Where is she?
Bamb. Don’t you see her there, sitting on that branch? Listen how ardently she sings; and how she goes on and on!
Nugo. (As Martial says) Flet Philomela nefas. (The nightingale weeps at injustice.)
Grac. What a wonder she carols so sweetly when she is away from Attica where the very waves of the sea dash upon the shore not without rhythm (non sine numero).
Nugo. Pliny observes that they sing with more exactitude when men are near them.
Turd. What is the reason for that?