EURIPIDES. And yet you have pedicated him. Well, it must have been without knowing who he was. Ah! let us step aside; here is one of his slaves bringing a brazier and some myrtle branches; no doubt he is going to offer a sacrifice and pray for a happy poetical inspiration for Agathon.
SERVANT OF AGATHON. Silence! oh, people! keep your mouths sedately shut! The chorus of the Muses is moulding songs at my master's hearth. Let the winds hold their breath in the silent Ether! Let the azure waves cease murmuring on the shore!...
MNESILOCHUS. Brououou! brououou! (Imitates the buzzing of a fly.)
EURIPIDES. Keep quiet! what are you saying there?
SERVANT. ... Take your rest, ye winged races, and you, ye savage inhabitants of the woods, cease from your erratic wandering ...
MNESILOCHUS. Broum, broum, brououou.
SERVANT. ... for Agathon, our master, the sweet-voiced poet, is going ...
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