Were we not happy too before he came?
Doth he not offer us unhappiness?
Bid him depart, and at some other time,
When you have well considered, then return.
In. ’Tis his conditions that we now shall hear.
Ar. O hide them yet! Are there not tales enough
Of what the wrathful gods have wrought on men?
Nay, ’twas this very fire thou now would’st take,
Which vain Salmoneus, son of Æolus, 921
Made boast to have, and from his rattling car