Bacchus (changes his place).Well, so I do.
Charon.Now ply your hands and arms.
Bacchus (makes a silly motion with his arms). Well, so I do.
Charon.You’d best leave off your fooling. Take to the oar,
And pull away.
Bacchus.But how shall I contrive?
I’ve never served on board; I’m only a landsman;
I’m quite unused to it.
Charon.We can manage it.
As soon as you begin you shall have some music;