Shall smoke, and rise at heaven in flame to brave
The baffled god. See here a servant bears
For the cold altar ceremonial wood:
My shepherd’s cloak will serve me for disguise.
SERVANT.
With much toil have I hewn these sapless logs. 120
Pr. But toil brings health, and health is happiness.
Serv. Here’s one I know not—nay, how came he here
Unseen by me? I pray thee, stranger, tell me
What would’st thou at the house of Inachus?