EURIPIDES. "Dionysus, who leads the choral dance on Parnassus with the thyrsus in his hand and clothed in skins of fawns[508] ..."
AESCHYLUS. ... lost his little bottle.
DIONYSUS. There again his little bottle upsets us.
EURIPIDES. He won't bother us much longer. I have a certain prologue to which he cannot adapt his tag: "There is no perfect happiness; this one is of noble origin, but poor; another of humble birth[509] ..."
AESCHYLUS. ... lost his little bottle.
DIONYSUS. Euripides!
EURIPIDES. What's the matter?
DIONYSUS. Clue up your sails, for this damned little bottle is going to blow a gale.
EURIPIDES. Little I care, by Demeter! I am going to make it burst in his hands.
DIONYSUS. Then out with it; recite another prologue, but beware, beware of the little bottle.
[508] From prologue of the 'Hypsipile' of Euripides, a play now lost.
[509] From prologue of the 'Sthenoboea' of Euripides, a play now lost.
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