Leontion. O Epicurus! should it ever be known in Athens that they are good for this, you will not have, with all your fences of prunes and pomegranates, and precipices with brier upon them, a single root left under ground after the month of Elaphebolion.[8]
Epicurus. It is not every one that knows the preparation.
Leontion. Everybody will try it.
Epicurus. And you, too, Ternissa?
Ternissa. Will you teach me?
Epicurus. This, and anything else I know. We must walk together when they are in flower.
Ternissa. And can you teach me, then?
Epicurus. I teach by degrees.
Leontion. By very slow ones, Epicurus! I have no patience with you; tell us directly.
Epicurus. It is very material what kind of recipient you bring with you. Enchantresses use a brazen one; silver and gold are employed in other arts.