ULYSSES:
How live they? do they sow the corn of Ceres?
SILENUS:
On milk and cheese, and on the flesh of sheep. _115
ULYSSES:
Have they the Bromian drink from the vine’s stream?
SILENUS:
Ah! no; they live in an ungracious land.
ULYSSES:
And are they just to strangers?—hospitable?
SILENUS:
They think the sweetest thing a stranger brings
Is his own flesh.
ULYSSES:
What! do they eat man’s flesh? _120
SILENUS:
No one comes here who is not eaten up.
ULYSSES:
The Cyclops now—where is he? Not at home?
SILENUS:
Absent on Aetna, hunting with his dogs.