GORGO (to an old woman).--Are you from the Court, mother?
OLD WOMAN.--I am, my child.
PRAXINOE.--Is it easy to get there?
OLD WOMAN.--The Achæans got into Troy by trying, my prettiest of ladies. Trying will do everything in the long run.
GORGO.--The old wife has spoken her oracles, and off she goes.
PRAXINOE.--Women know everything; yes, and how Zeus married Hera!
GORGO.--See, Praxinoe, what a crowd there is about the doors!
PRAXINOE.--Monstrous, Gorgo! Give me your hand; and you, Eunoe, catch hold of Eutychis; never lose hold of her, for fear lest you get lost. Let us all go in together; Eunoe, clutch tight to me. Oh, how tiresome, Gorgo, my muslin veil is torn in two already! For heaven's sake, sir, if you ever wish to be fortunate, take care of my shawl!
STRANGER.--I can hardly help myself, but, for all that, I will be as careful as I can.
PRAXINOE.--How close-packed the mob is, they hustle like a herd of swine!