Such fare breeds the fumes that show all things amiss.
Quaff wine,—how the spirits rise nimble and eager,
Unscale the dim eyes! To Man's cup grant one kiss
Of your lip, then allow—no enchantment like this!
Clo. Unhook wings, unhood brows! Dost hearken?
Lach. I listen:
I see—smell the food these fond mortals prefer
To our feast, the bee's bounty!
Atr. The thing leaps! But—glisten