Æschylus
--And by Jove, I'll not stop to cut up your verses
word by word, but if the gods are propitious I'll spoil
all your prologues with a little flask of smelling-salts.
Euripides
--With a flask of smelling-salts?
Æsch
.--With a single one. For you build your verses so that
anything will fit into the metre,--a leathern sack,
or eider-down, or smelling-salts. I'll show you.