Cover themselves with a film, and let this vase
That has contained such an image dash itself to pieces!
To think that I, I should have lived to see such a day!
Rejoice! Victory whinnying like a virgin mare
Rolls on the battlefield,
Lashing out with shining hooves, turning her trout's belly to the sky!
Cébès: O messenger!
The Messenger: Who calls me?
Cébès: Is that all that Tête-d'or said to you? Won't he be coming soon?
The Messenger: Are you he whom he calls Cébès?