When through the pleasures that I'm now explaining,
Each man was far removed from ever wishing
To eat a portion of a human corpse;
They all agreed to live with one another—
A populace collected—towns were built—
All through the cooking art, as I have shown.
Slave. Good-bye; you fit your master to a wrinkle.
Cook. It is we cooks who clip the victim's hair,
And sacrifice, and offer up libations,
Because the gods attend to us especially,