Dionysus, thyrsus-armed and faun-skin-clad,
Amid the torchlights on Parnassus's slope
Dancing and prancing
Æsch
.-- --lost his smelling-salts.
Dion
.--Caught out again by the smelling-salts.
Eur
.--No matter. Here's a prologue that he can't fit 'em to.
No lot of mortal man is wholly blest: